#there were a couple small little malfunctions
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Red Wine & Reparation
Pairing: joel miller x female reader
Summary: you and Joel became young parents, married young and divorced young.. coparenting can be hard.. especially when you still love each other.
Word Count: 7k
Content Warnings: no outbreak, awkward divorced young couple, Joel Miller being a cat guy, flirting, awkwardness, slight implication of attempted SA. Unprotected sex, oral—female receiving, praise, pet names, tongue fucking, slight submissive Joel???? Creampie, mentions of pregnancy, and breastfeeding kink ??
Note: in this fic female reader & Joel are the same age, late 20’s in this fic!! This is my contribution for this week lol.
You were expecting a visit from Joel in a few hours; although you’d tried to be in contact with him, it seemed he was struggling to get back to you. Texts gone unanswered, calls sent straight to voicemail. It was unusual, and as clingy as you felt, it wasn't like Joel not to be in contact, especially when it came to your daughter, Sarah.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
He calls your name from the other side of the door. “Hey, you home?”
The door swings open and Joel stands on the other side of the door, you can't ignore the subsequent look of franticness in his brown eyes. “Hey.” His second greeting is a little more relaxed, if anything a little bashful. The tips of his ears are red under his dark brown curls.
“I just got a new phone, had a little malfunction at work with the other one, mind putting your number in?” You take the new phone, something that seemed way too fancy for Joel, an Iphone 13. As if your eyebrows raise of their own accord, it doesn't go unnoticed by him.
“I never took you for a man that cared about keeping up with the trends.” Your remark earns a scoff. “I just want to be able to keep up with everything Sarah’s into these days, all the facebooking and snapping or whatever she's got.”
His social unawareness pulls a laugh from her dry throat. “I'm surprised she wants you on her snapchat, teenage girls don’t normally want their parents seeing what they’re up to.”
He grunts. “How are you anyway—both of you.. I mean.”
“Things have been okay, I've taken a step back from work to try and relax a bit more, you know?” Although Joel nods, he can't relate, he’d just gone through the ringer of starting his own business with Tommy.
But Joel knows you need a break, he notices the physical telltale signs of stress. Lines beside your eyes that didn't seem visible a few months ago, the slight strain in yout voice and even your physical stance seems off. You seem to be trying to mask it, but he notices.
“Everything at work alright? They givin’ you trouble again?”
Again. How you'd forgotten about the last time you confided about how bad work had been getting. The unpaid overtime and extensive workload. Joel seemed furious at the thought of you wearing yourself thin and had even rung your workplace, that's an incident that got you a written warning.
In an attempt to dismiss his worries you wave your hand. “Ah it's not so bad, I’ve taken some time off with what little annual leave I have.”
“That’s good. You work too hard, you do.” His voice is softer than it had been a moment ago, his gaze settling on your own. He tries his hardest to suppress the memories as he stares into your eyes, he tries to forget how easy things were back then in comparison to now.
You break eye contact as you feel your kitten rubbing herself up against your legs. The little creature lets out a small mew.
Joel’s shock is evident on his face, the fluffy white bundle of fur rubs itself along your pant leg, its tiny mews echoing in his ears. “Oh my god, what in the world..” He stammers. “Is that…?”
Your entire face heats up. “I know.. I've never been a fan of cats but.. She's cute right?”
Joel can't help the instinctual reaction to kneel down onto the floor to get a closer look at the fluffy bundle of fur. He lets the small creature sniff his hand before petting her. With every stroke of his fingers along her pointed ears, she purrs louder. “What's her name?”
“Her names angel. Sarah named her.”
“Of course she would,” Joel murmurs, still petting the kitten as he looks up at you from the floor. “How'd you end up with a kitten anyhow?”
You huff at the memory. “Found her on the side of the road, I think someone dumped her.”
“God, that’s terrible. Why would anyone do something like that? Who just dumped a living animal in the middle of the road?” He shakes his head as he grumbles angrily. He strokes the kitten in a softer manner, expressing his sympathy for the little animal.
You're stewing in your own irritation at the thought. “Some jackass.”
The conversation seems to grow quiet, with the only noise being the kitten’s contented purrs. “She's a lucky kitty is what she is, havin’ two special girls lookin’ after her.” He murmurs, leaning in to tickle the small kitten under the chin with a chuckle.
“I never took you for a cat man, hell—you're looking like such a softie right now,” you tease.
“It's the one thing you never really knew then, right?” The kitten rolls on its back, purring as it scratches itself on the soft creamy carpet. “I bet you would’ve known all my soft spots had things been different back then.”
A sombre mood falls between the two. “Maybe so..”
Joel turns away with a regretful look in his eyes, it's a painful truth, and one the pair had both seemed to accept. Despite the way the two had seemed to adapt to the co-parenting situation.. They're both reminded every single day since their split of what could have been.
“Yeah.. maybe so.” He lets out a sigh, watching as the small kitten runs off, and he's left kneeling on the floor as he watches after it. He doesn't really know what to say.. And he's not sure you do either, it’s awkward to have these quiet moments between them.
“You know.. Sarah told me you went on a date last week.” You try to sound as encouraging as possible, but even as your heart cracks, it seems to break the silence brewing between you. And honestly, you’re nosey.
His face seems to redden at your playful accusation. “Damn.. she really has no filter, does she?” An awkward chuckle follows as he lets out a small groan and his knees crack as he stands up off the floor. As his gaze meets your own again, he wonders how you'll take the news. If he’s lucky, you’ll be jealous.
“She's a smart kid.. observant.” A small moment of silence briefs the conversation before you can stop yourself from asking.. “How was it? The date I mean.”
“That she is..” Joel murmurs before adding reluctantly. “The date was just.. Not a good fit. It didn't go well.” He shrugs, but you knew it would've been a massive blow to his self esteem. “I don't know why I tried… just thought.. maybe..” He rubs the back of his head and chuckles anxiously as he trails off.
It seems his self esteem did take quite the blow.
“Don't be so hard on yourself now, you're a catch, and any good woman will see that.”
Joel’s eyes narrow into a frown. “I'm hardly a catch.. Let's be real, I work too much.” He pauses. “Maybe I'm still caught up on..” He catches himself before he admits it..
Your ears perk at this. “Who doesn't love a hardworking man.” You tease lightly.
He manages a smile at your teasing. “I’m not a catch.. this..” He gestures to himself pitifully. “Is not a catch. Truth be told I’m.. I'm still pretty caught up on you and I'm not even ashamed to say it.”
“Hell—why?” Is all you manage to ask in a stutter.
“Because..” He lets out a frustrated noise and scratches his head anxiously. “Because I should have fought for you, I should have tried harder. You were everything I wanted. Still are.. Honestly.” His tone takes a solemn tone. “That doesn't just go away, all of those feelings.”
“You're right.. They don't just go away.” Your agreement to his statement has him wondering, his eyes searching your face for any sliver of teasing.
“So.. what does that mean? If I was to say.. If I was to ask something stupid.. Would you be angry?”
You're a little confused by his sudden bashfulness. “That depends on what you're asking.”
“Hypothetically..” He starts. “If I were to ask you out on a date, for old times sake..” He trails off and doesnt look back at you, there's a pregnant silence between you both..
“You want to take me on a date?” You ask in confusion.
He clears his throat and looks up to you, his eyes shifting around the room. “Is that a stupid question?”
“Well.. how about you ask me on a real date and maybe… I’ll say yes..”
His head spins in a daze, his heart doubles in size as he realises how much he wants this. “...are you serious?”
You simply nod, waiting for him to ask you on a date properly.
He's nervous, shifting from foot to foot, as if this was the hardest thing he's ever had to ask. “Okay then..” He mumbles to himself, clearing his throat, trying to steady his voice. “Would you care to.. Join me for a dinner date.. at my place?”
He actually asked..
“I would be happy to join you for dinner, Joel.”
It seems as if he's having a hard time coming to terms with the fact that you actually accepted. Even though it's what he wanted, needed.. He had somehow still expected you to decline. The look in your eye contractics his anxiety, though.
“You sure?” He asked, insecurity evident in his shallow voice. “I mean, you still remember how much I work, right? I have to finish this job for a client, he's on my ass about it, keeps asking me when I'm gonna be finished, but I told him I'm on track. Gonna put in some big hours to get this done.”
How could you forget, it was the reason you split all those years ago. His work was all consuming.
Your heart aches at his attempt to push you away–to take your pending rejection on the chin. “How about you let me know when you're free and you can cook for me, hm?”
The offer was flexible, giving him a chance to relieve himself of the pressure and try to find a day that works for you both.
Joel seemed to appreciate the offer, and his face visibly relaxed. “That sounds perfect, as soon as this project is done, and this client is off my ass, then we’ll figure out our date.”
“Sounds great, just send me a text and let me know, yeah?” You smile and tuck your phone into your jean pocket.
“Count on it.” He spoke with such promise it was hard not to get excited about what was to come.. Maybe they could rekindle what they once had. “I'll talk to you later then?” He takes a step towards the front door, his phone rings loudly, you assume it's a client of his.
“Yeah, we’ll talk later..”
As you close the door, it takes a moment to process what had just happened. A stupidly big smile resides on your lips, giddy with excitement, the disbelief that this is happening. Joel doesn’t text till late, but you’re ecstatic that he did get into contact about something other than who has custody of Sarah for the weekend.
Joel Miller 😉 10:45 pm
Hey, I'm sorry it's late, I just wanted to catch up. How's this weekend sound to you? For our date..
You. 10:47 pm
No sweat. What time were you thinking?
Joel Miller 😉 10:50 pm
Hoping to see you around 7. I'll cook dinner and we can just hang out. Unless you wanted to do something else?
You. 10:52 pm
No. it sounds perfect. 7 works for me.
Joel Miller 😉 10:53 pm
Great.. See you at 7 then.. Saturday..
You. 10:53 pm
Great! See you then handsome. 😉
Joel Miller 😉 10:58 pm
See you, beautiful. 😜😏😊
You can't help but laugh at the emojis Joel sent; he was such an old man that didn't understand a damn thing about technology, sure he was trying, but it seemed to get the better of him.
The week is slow and miserable, with your time off work and Sarah at school, you're not sure what to do with yourself for many hours of the days that slowly pass on by. You spend a lot of time reading your books that had sat and collected many layers of dust on the bookshelf in your living room, even taking your little kitten, angel, for walks on a small leash.
You find that as you become moderately okay with being alone, and in the company of naught but a small kitten, time seems to pass by much quicker than it did.
You'd been doting on what you'd wear all week–hell, you were still trying not to think too much about it. Choosing a simple lavender sundress, it was far too hot to wear anything that would stick to your skin. And whatever sin you’ve commited by wearing matching lavender lingerie is no one's business but your own.. Joel wouldn't know anyway.
It couldn't hurt to hope, right? It had been years since you been laid.
“God what the hell is wrong with me?” You murmur to yourself, one hand desperately clutching onto a bottle of red wine, as if you couldn't make it any more awkward. It's 6:50 pm. But you couldn't bare to sit across the damned street in your car a moment longer, your heart ager and anxiety running wild.
Knock, knock. Your hand raps on the hardwood door twice, hands shaking from being so anxious.
As the door opens, Joel grins. “Hey.. you're early.” Taking in his appearance, you can't help but swallow the saliva that had built up in the few seconds you’d spent greedily staring at him. Hell— it was only a brown cotton shirt and a pair of jeans, but he looked incredible.
“I know.. I hope that's okay.” His own eyes take a moment to appreciate your outfit, the perfectly fitting seam of lavender purple that fits snug around your breasts.
“Totally fine, I’m ready in here.. I made you something special.” The grin on his face is cheeky and he takes the bottle of wine from your trembling hands and opens the door wider for you to enter. “Come on in.”
He has absolutely outdone himself, it seemed Joel had managed to clean the entire house in the week coming up to this evening. The house is cleaner than it's ever been, his kitchen is full of colour of fruits and a wonderful aroma swirls around as you walk through the hallway. The counter is a little cluttered with spices and a half drunken can of beer.
“You've absolutely outdone yourself joel.” The compliment seemed to naturally expel from your lips, seeing how he had set the dining table up, in the middle was a simple summer salad and two wine glasses, as if he knew you'd be bringing the wine..
“I would be a terrible host if I didn't have something special in store for you..” As he trails off, the sound of a timer from the kitchen buzzes, and Joel rubs his hands together. “Here, why won't you take a seat?” He pulls the chair out, waiting for you to take the offer, of course you accept, taking a seat and he tucks your chair in.
“Be back in a moment with the food, make yourself comfortable.” The smell is absolutely incredible as Joel steps back out of the kitchen and sets a steaming pan of hot pasta right in front of you, sitting on the seat across from you.
“Jesus, how in the world? I remember all those years ago you couldn't even seem to grasp the concept of avocado toast.”
Joel laughs halfheartedly at your comment. “I wasn't much of a cook back then was I? Always relying on you to use your magic in the kitchen.” He grasps the wine and opens the bottle, pouring you a generous glass. “The fact that you remember that is pretty impressive though. That had to be what.. five or six years ago?”
You can't help but feel embarrassed to be caught out. “I guess I have a knack for remembering things, god.. Sarah would have been barely five back then..”
When you split..
Joel senses the tension in your voice, and serves himself some wine, taking a small sip. “Yeah, she was pretty young back then. It seems like only yesterday that she was a baby..” He takes a small pause as he reminisces. “I always liked when you carried her around in that sling you had for her. Never really understood why you didn't just use a pram..the sling seemed like much more work.”
You let out a small laugh. “I just liked having her close to me, and I hated those goddamn prams so much. I could never figure out how to use the stupid things.”
“Yeah, they were kinda bulky.. I never liked them much either, honestly. Still.. You'd spend like an hour just letting her nap on your chest, you would just carry her around the house.” He lifts the wine glass, his cheeks bare a resemblance to the dark red wine. “I always thought it was kinda adorable.”
The thought makes you stop and think, lifting the glass up to your lips to take a tentative sip. “Do you ever wish we could have a do over?”
He swallows the small amount of wine in his mouth, the smile that was on his face slowly fades. He never thought they would ever speak of this, of their past. He held a lot of guilt, that they fell apart because of him, he was the one who ruined a good thing. Now.. six years later, he had a chance to mend things, maybe even create something new between the two. “Every day.”
The silence hangs in the air between them for a few moments.. “Well.. either way. Sarah turned out wonderful, and that is something we both ought to be proud of.” Your hand meets his own for a brief moment.
Joel can't help but nod in agreement. Sarah was kind, intelligent, thoughtful and empathetic. He couldn't help but feel like Sarah was turning out more like you than him, and he was grateful for it. “But still, I can't help but want.. I don't want a do-over. What we had was good until I screwed it up, I just wish there was some way I could make up for that.”
“Hey—come on now.. You were working overtime back then..trying to keep our heads above water. I didn't.. I didn't understand the sacrifice you were making for our family back then.. You sacrificed a lot, joel..”
Joel looks up at you in surprise when you assure him of his goodwill. In a sense, he's grateful you're defending him, but you’ve always been too kind about the past, too forgiving, he doesn't know if he deserves it. “Yeah I was working a tonne of overtime.. I was trying to save up for a house, I wanted to take care of you both.. Guess it got out of hand.”
You can't help but feel a sense of nostalgia as you look around the house that you both raised Sarah in for the first five years of her life.. “You did it Joel, you got the house and.. Now you're starting up your own business. You've come a long way.”
“Sometimes I wonder if it was all worth it, I missed out on a lot of Sarah's younger years in the process… it's not time that I can get back.. and I know it was my own doing.”
“That was your sacrifice.. And it was so she could have a good childhood. That in itself makes you an incredible father. She knows what you did for us, for her, and she loves you.”
Joel knew that much was true, he concedes this as the truth. He couldn't deny that he had an incredible relationship with his daughter. There were many things joel regretted in his life and from the past, but he couldn't recall a single moment of regret when it came to how he chose to raise Sarah.
“I think we're well overdue for some more wine, wouldn't you say?” You grin, nodding toward the bottle, and with a small smirk, Joel complies, filling your glass half full and his own the same.
“That may be true,” he replies playfully. “But I'm still gonna need you to take it easy. I'm not prepared for what you'll be like once you're tipsy.”
“I'll be on my best behaviour.” You grin, almost too mischievously.
“I'm not believing that for a single second. I know you.. as soon as the wine hits, you’re gonna lose your inhibitions and start trying to charm me.”
Rolling your eyes is an appropriate response. “As if I need to try to charm you, Joel Miller.”
“See?” He chuckles, “even now, you're flirting with me.”
You are amused by his tone and can't help but be a smartass. “Hey—this is a date.. Isn't it?”
With genuine amusement in his tone, he laughs. “Well, I suppose it is. But you can't deny that if I keep pouring you this wine, you wont end up in my lap within the half hour?”
“Pour me another glass and find out.” You challenge, setting the now empty glass in front of him.
He raises an eyebrow, but pours you a third glass of wine, handing the glass back to you. “Here you go.” He wonders if he'll be right in his prediction.
You hold the glass up and take a sip, eyes closing momentarily as the warmth slides straight down to your stomach. Silently thanking him.
Joel leans back into his chair, after topping up his own glass that wasn't quite empty yet, watching you with a brightness in his eyes. “You know, even though we haven't been an actual couple in half a decade, it's still nice to be having one of these again.. as strange as that sounds.”
With a raised eyebrow and amusement in your tone. “I dont think its strange at all, I think it's wonderful.”
He hums in response, finally digging into the pasta that had been sitting there since he served it steaming hot off the stove, you follow in tow, deciding that your stomach has somehow made room for the deliciously smelling creamy pasta. You can't help but groan in delight as you chew the creamy pasta. “Fucking delicious.” You mutter.
As the two of you decide to eat, Joel notes that you’re out of wine… “I'll get another bottle.” You insist, seeing that he's digging into his dinner.
You know your way around the kitchen you'd spent years living in, reaching upward for the wine cupboard, it seems you can't quite reach, whispering to yourself.. “Goddamnit.” You don’t realise you’ve been staring at the cupboard for a few minutes until you hear him.
“Having some trouble?” You don't have the nerve to turn around at how husky his voice sounds. He decided to take advantage of the fact that he had disarmed you with his voice alone, and slips up behind you, his chest flush against your back. He doesn't bother to help you reach the wine, instead he wraps his arms around your waist.
You can't help but lean backwards into him, closing your eyes as you lean your head backward into his shoulder. Your heart skips at the sensation of him pulled taut against you, it had been too long since he held you like this.
His hand caresses the side of your neck, and he whispers softly into your ear. “How's the wine treating you baby? Seems like your skin is a little warm..” He teased boldly.
“Who said it's got anything to do with the wine? My handsome ex husband is holding me— I think that calls for some mandatory blushing, does it not?”
Joel chuckles and squeezes you tighter around your hips, his body pressing against yours firmly, your hips pressed against the bench. “Ex-husband… is that what I am to you now?” He asked, smirking.
You can't help but laugh breathlessly. “Legally, yes.”
“Legally, maybe,” he replies, his smirk broadening. “But in my eyes.. Who you truly belong to is not a matter of legality..” He leans in and whispers softly into your ear, his lips tickle the skin. “Just a matter of heart..”
You shudder as his warm breath warms your ears. “Joel Miller, the romantic.”
“What can I say, you bring out the best in me.” He replies softly, lips against your neck, his voice carries a seductive undertone. One hand slides up your arms and he grabs you to spin you around, his eyes boring into you as your back is pushed against the counter, you’re forced to meet his gaze as his hand grips the nape of your neck. “Do you want to know what I really think about you?”
His sudden manoeuvre has her shocked into near silence. “What do you think of me Joel?”
He hesitates, trying to find the right words. He can't mess this up, not with your large and vulnerable eyes watching him. “You're beautiful,” he praised softly. “You have the most kind-hearted soul I've ever known.. You're a wonderful mother… and you’ll be the only one I’ll ever truly want..”
Maybe the wine helped him be bold enough to be truthful in this moment, or oversharing. He felt like this might be the only chance he might have.
“Why did it take half a bottle of wine for you to tell me all this?” You mumble.
Joel goes quiet. He can't help but stare down at you, the smirk on his lips fades, you'd always been able to see through him. “I was scared,” a note of humility in his voice. “Scared that once you knew, you wouldn't want to look at me again. I always thought you were out of my league, ya know? I didn't deserve someone like you…still don't know if I do.”
His self depreciation was never something you would come to accept. “Don't talk like that, Jesus Joel. You really have no idea how much I love you, do you?”
“How can you still love me?” He asks, although he's almost afraid of the answer you'll give. “I hurt you, I let myself drift so far from what mattered..”
“Joel… you've done nothing that isn't worth forgiving,” you promise softly.
Joel can't help himself as he pulls you against him, chest to chest. He holds you tightly, as if it might be the last time…”But that's the problem,” he said softly. “Not that what I did isn’t forgivable…but that it didn't need to happen in the first place. It hurts me just thinking about how much I lost sight of things, but it can't have been worse than how much I must've hurt you…”
Your hands have a mind of their own as they cup his cheeks, making him look down at you. “Now you listen to me, okay? I love you. Things were not easy for us back then.. We were young parents and struggling to pay the bills, parenthood hit us fucking hard and we didnt make it..” You sigh, your eyes full of love and vulnerability. “Hell—I don't even remember half of it… but were here now, we have a chance to make things better than they were, we can start new.”
He nods as he rests his forehead against your own, a small smile on his lips. You easily wipe away any insecurity and self guilt he held for their split. You were right, of course. This wasn't the time to dwell on the past, on what could've been, not when the two of you were here… now, with a brand new start. “Let's try again, huh?” He asks in a low whisper.
Pulling your lip between your teeth, you nod against his own warm skin. “Let's try again…”
His hands are warm as they caress your cheeks, he pulls you into him for a kiss, lips meeting and you're flooded with emotion, all the doubt and uncertainty you both held washed away as soon as your lips connected. The bittersweet aftertaste of wine lingers on your warm lips. He struggled to pull away from you, but he looked down at your loved filled eyes, gazing softly up at him. “God, I've missed that.” He whispers softly.
He brushes a handful of strands of loose hair out of your face, looking down at you, you note his pupils are dilated. “You still take my breath away,” he laughs softly, caressing your cheek.
You flush at his praise. “Trying to get in my good books already?”
He was definitely trying. “You can't fault me for trying, I could really use some brownie points right now, ya know?”
Laughing at his sense of humour, you roll your eyes. “You're a crooked man Joel, and I love it.”
“Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?” An amused tone in his voice, his body pressing against your own. He leans down to kiss you again softly, his hands caressing your waist and letting his fingers trail up the side of your torso.
“Of course it's a compliment—other men have their heads on straight and they are just…weird. You're a little crooked, a little weird, and I like that..”
The way you accept his flaws leaves him more in awe of you, he can't complain at how endearing you find his oddities. “And so youre saying it's a good thing that I'm a little unhinged at times?” He chuckles, reaching up under your chin to trace small shapes on the soft skin.
You have a little mischief twinkling in your eyes.. “Oh you know—when you get all angry and protective. Definitely crooked, but so sexy.”
“You find it hot when I get territorial over you?” He couldn't help but laugh at her admission.
The wine flows through you, giving you a sense of boldness. You run a hand down his chest, manicured fingers tickling him through the brown cotton shirt. “Do you remember that time I was on a date with that jackass, I was drunk outta my mind—”
He scowls at the memory of that night, you, his ex-wife on a date with some chump named James. The man had tried to take you home, even though you were inebriated. “Yeah, I do,” he replied with a possessive tone to his voice. “You were wasted, couldn't even walk straight.. But I knew what that animal was thinking, I could see the way he looked at you.”
“All I could remember was how infuriated you were, the sexiest thing I'd ever seen..” Your eyes draw him in, batting your lashes at him.
Joel smirks, a light blush spreading from his neck up his cheeks, to his ears from your comment. “You thought it was sexy huh? I thought I'd lost my shit and went a little overboard..”
You can only shrug, unbothered by his reaction at that time. “Oh—maybe you did, I mean you did beat him to a pulp in that forsaken carpark, didn’t you baby? All for me.”
“That prick needed his ass kicked either way,” he growls. “There was no way I was letting him have you.. Drunk or not, that man crossed a line, and I’d do it all over again.”
Your heart doubles in size, and you can feel your knees weakening. “You'd do it all over again?”
He doesn't hesitate. “I'd do it a thousand times over.. At that moment.. in my mind, you were still my girl, being hit on by some creep. And I wasn't going to let him take you away from me.” He pauses, wondering if his explanation sounded too crazy. “You still meant alot to me.. Even after we split.. You always have.”
You run a finger down his cheek, the coarse hairs of his beard make a sound that sends a tingle down your spine. “What I wouldn't do to see that side of you again.”
Joel tilts his head slightly and takes a moment to ponder your comment. He was surprised to hear you admit how much you loved this dominant and possessive side of him. “That side of me.. You want to see it again, cause I can make it happen, baby girl. Just say the words.”
You couldn't help the way you trembled, sure that the only thing keeping you up right was Joel's hips pressing against your own, back digging into the bench. “Please,” you beg pathetically. His hand reaches up to your neck, holding you by the neck, forcing you to look up at him. He applies a small amount of pressure that has you whimpering.
The way you melt under his possessive gesture was enough for him to feel confident that this side of him was still within reach and you loved it. He leans closer to you and kisses you again, this time more forcefully. He lets his fingers dig into your soft flesh, squeezing firmly while knowing it's not causing you pain or discomfort.
Hearing your squeaking moans, and the way your body seems to relax into him as he takes control of you.. He takes this as motivation to move his lips against yours with a different kind of hunger. Feeding into the darker side of himself, trying to recapture that long-lost side of him that he's lost after letting you walk out of his life.
But he wouldn't let you go, no, not this time. He had his fingers digging into your flesh and his lips moving against yours with so much force, he shoves his tongue into your mouth..
His free hand wanders along your body, feeling the warmth of the wine and from the heat of his touch, your body reacting exactly how it used to, as if no time has passed at all. His hand gropes your breast roughly, squeezing and slipping past the two layers of fabric. He pulls away from your lips, eyes darkening. “Wearing a lace bra just for me, huh baby? Bet you've got a matching set on, don't you?” He growls.
“Y–Yes..” A feeble moan emits from your lips, smothered in his spit. The thought drives him wild, and slides down the straps to your dress and takes in the lavender lace bra you brought specially for tonight. “Fuck, you’re a naughty girl aren’t you?”
When you don't respond, he grabs at your breasts roughly, grasping the soft flesh between his calloused fingers, pinching your nipples harshly, making you cry out in pleasure, it was a sensitive spot for you, one that Joel remembered well.
He leans down, greedily sucking all the sweat off your warm skin, licking and nipping, his teeth biting down into the flesh of your neck, leaving an immediate mark, claiming his stake on you. You were his..
His lips messily kissed your breasts, tongue finally meeting the nipple where he suckled harshly, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin. “Do you remember when you were pregnant? Let me drink your milk straight from the source, didn’t you baby? Fuck.. what I wouldn’t give to do that again,” he whimpers against your skin.
Your heart races, running your fingers through his dark hair. He spends his time at your breasts, alternating pleasuring the two, making sure they’re both equally as tended to as the other. “Tits are so fucking perfect baby.” He praises.
His greedy hands trail down your body, the fabric of your dress bunching at his fingers, as he slides them down your legs, he’s on his knees.. face to face with the matching lavender lace panty that covers your pussy. An involuntary moan leaves his lips, he can’t tear his eyes away at the large sopping wet patch in the middle of your panties. “Fucking hell, I can smell your need, you know that?”
Your legs tremble at his sudden growl, he could smell her arousal? The thought embarrassed her. The thought didn’t stay long in her head, he presses his face into your cunt with the panties still on, moaning against you. His large nose bumping your swollen clit through the material, and you let out a whine and curl your fingers through his hair. “Please Joel.. I need more.”
He ignores your pleas for more, licking and sucking you through your panties, he can taste you through them, he’s like an animal being teased through a cage, and he’s painfully hard, teasing the both of you with his devilish antics.
“Fuck Joel! Please!” You beg a little louder, crying out as she tugs on his hair.
Without another moment passing, his thick fingers tear the lace in half, exposing your mound. You didn’t shave, your pubic hair was trimmed but still bush enough for Joel to dive into. His mouth watered, he had always had a preference for hair down there, he’d seen it in pornography magazines growing up, and he fucking desired it ever since.
Women these days are all about shaving, being bare and having brazilians.
Fuck that. This is what Joel needed.
“Fucking hell baby you’re gonna kill me.” He groaned into your cunt. Diving face first, his arms wrap around your ass and pull you tight, his face buried into your cunt as far as he could go.
You stumble and lift one leg over his shoulder, trying to support yourself a little more. It feels impossible though, the way Joel’s tongue dives into your cunt, lapping at the juices you’re giving him, pushing his tongue as far into your hole as he can reach. His hawkish nose presses into your clit and you feel your legs trembling, like you’re about to topple over.
“Joel..” you warn breathlessly. You’re close, so fucking close.
“Cum for me baby. Fuck.. please.” Suddenly he was the one begging, on his knees lapping at your cunt, whining against you. Feeling him beg against you was all it took for you to come undone.. your legs buckle and you tremble above him, clutching onto his shoulder, as you cry out, your clit tingles with pleasure as Joel slowly rolls his tongue against it, trying to string out your orgasm.
He laps you up, all of you, not letting a single drop go to waste, his eyes are black with desire and his face is glistening with you, smeared all over his face, finally, he rises to his feet. “Turn around baby girl.” He orders, his voice husky from your slick.
You can do nothing but comply, he shoves you against the counter, your hips against the cold wood. You can hear him, his breaths are quick, he’s frantically unbuckling his belt, tying the brown leather around your wrists..
You feel his hard cock against your ass, and your eyes widen, forgetting how big he was, did he get bigger?
With one hand he pushes you down onto the bench so you’re lying, face down. “That’s it angel. You’re so fucking sweet, aren’t you baby?” He praises senselessly, the swollen tip of his cock meets your hole and you squeak out, he stretches you, beyond what you ever remembered. “J-Joel.” You whine and inhale sharply, face still pressed against the cold countertop, arms bound behind your back and his throbbing thick cock pushing inside of you, you’re helpless, completely at his mercy and you fucking love it.
Your cunt can testify the fact, it’s dripping, all over Joel, he pushes himself into the hilt of you and groans loudly, a loud grunt leaving his lips. One hand holds you flat against the counter, the other holds your bound arms at his chest.
He slowly starts to thrust, legs quaking with desire, he knows he won’t last long, fuck, he’s never had a pussy so perfect, not after you, all he knows is the warmth of you, your perfectly tight hole, sucking him in deeper.
Your moans are loud, but muffled by your cheeks squished against the counter, you can almost feel him in your ribs, with every thrust it feels like you’re running out of oxygen. Strangled gasps leave your lips as your pussy clenches around him, threatening to spill over a second time..
Joel can feel it, the way you grip him, he knows he won’t last, he grunts as he presses himself flush against you, your arms behind your back hinder his need to be closer to you, but this way.. he wraps his hand around your neck, bringing you upright, flush to his chest.
“Fuck, that’s it baby.” He growls, his cock pummels into you mercilessly, and now you’re free to cry out as loud as you can.
“Joel.. Joel.. I’m.. I..” you stutter, in between moans, your cunt clenching around him. You tense up as you orgasm a second time, creaming all over his throbbing cock.
He brings you totally upright, his hand tightening around your throat. “Fuck baby.. I’m gonna cum.. fill this perfect pussy up.” He whimpered into your ear, biting down on your neck.
You can feel him tensing, seconds later.. heavy and warm ropes of his cum spurt so far into your womb you whimper, knowing that he’s sure to get you knocked up.. again. He lets out the most obnoxious grunting as he pants heavily into your ears.
“Joel.. fuck I’m.. not on birth control.” You whimper. He keeps his cock inside of you, until he softens and pulls out of you, untying the belt that restrained your hands, as your hands fall limply by your sides, he kisses your shoulders, knowing there’s ought to be an ache.
“Good. Maybe we can have a do over after all, hm?” He murmurs softly, kissing the back of your neck. His hands find their way down to your stomach, caressing it softly. “Wouldn’t hurt to have just one more.. would it?”
After all, Joel Miller was a possessive man, a greedy man. You would bare as many children as he wished, because you weren’t ever going anywhere again. You were his.
“Might as well marry me again while you’re at it.” You tease breathlessly.
He hums against your skin, his forehead resting on the back of your shoulder. “Already thinkin’ bout it baby.”
Because Joel Miller wouldn’t let you get away, not this time.
#young Joel miller#hbo Joel miller#Joel miller smut#Pedro pascal#Joel miller x female reader#joel miller fic#Joel miller x you#Joel miller#the last of us
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the girl across your street
Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader
Summary: "Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
Words: 1.7k
Warnings: Swearing. Other than that, I believe none
a/n: i'm new to writing in tumblr so apologies if its not the best!!
part 2 || masterlist.
Invisible string.
That was the saying for those who believed there was some string of fate binding people who were destined to be together, or for anyone who believed in love for that matter. It's a sweet thing, you'd admit, but you can't just shake the feeling that it's not entirely true. Given the fact that you spent so much of your life waiting for that person tied to your soul to magically appear in front of you, you were growing weary of love. It's not that you've entirely given up on it; hope was definitely there, but it just feels like your string was loose by the person who was tied to it.
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'All along there was some invisible string...
tying you to me...?'
Music from your wired headphones was blasting in your ears while you took your morning walks around your neighborhood. The air was chilly and took upon like an ocean breeze. Ever since winter came, you were always going on walks than usual; it was your favorite time of the year. Snow was starting to build up on roads, and it was even snowing as you strolled down. It was only 7:00 in the morning, and you were already feeling slightly happy.
Your neighborhood was a small one, everyone knew each other along with their secrets. That's why you should let it all out before it becomes the number #1 talk of the town.
You'd take different routes every day, and soon enough, you became familiar with everyone and everything. A smile played on your lips as you allowed snow to fall on your body, and let the music take over your steps.
But something changed when a girl across the street recently moved a couple weeks ago. Everyone welcomed her but you.
It was an unspoken rule in your area to always greet a newcomer whenever you pass by their house. But you? You were too afraid.
She was stunning, that was an understatement, she was too stunning. She's like a breath of fresh air after a long walk, she's like an untouchable star for people who study astronomy, she was everything to you.
You knew of her name, yes, it was Jenna. But did she know yours? You only hoped so. Ever since she caught your eye, you only ever took that route instead of the other ones. Your morning walks would never be the same now that you have something, someone rather, to look forward to. You even started waking up earlier than usual to catch a glimpse of her.
You wanted to talk to her, you really did, seeing how she consistently wakes up at, like, 5:30 in the morning to sit on a bench, engrossed in a book. Hell, you even bought the same book she was reading a couple of days ago to understand what she likes.
Sometimes, she would just sit there with closed eyes, Sony headphones on her ears, immersed in her music—a sight that warmed your heart, seeing how close she is to her own music like you are to yours. Maybe that was a conversation opener? To ask what type of music she likes listening to? But then again, how many random strangers you live with randomly asks you on a cool winter day what type of music you listen to.
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You find yourself unconsciously walking down the same road that never failed to make you giddy, knowing that you'd find her sitting down on a bench, either reading or listening to music. One of your favorite moments of the day, you'd say.
You look up to your side, and there she was. Jenna. A little crush you formed on her was starting to take over your heart, wanting to fill it until it was no longer yours to beat. A faint smile ever so slightly graced your lips, taking how she was still in her PJs yet so effortlessly breathtaking at the same time. A beanie pushed down on her bangs, slightly covering her eyes, and she was, obviously, wearing her wired headphones, listening to music with her eyes closed. Oddly, she has her Sony ones still wrapped around her neck.
Then she opened her eyes, her gaze meeting yours.
Oh fu—
"—FUCK!" You screamed as you landed face-first on the pile of snow that had built up on the side of the road. You tripped on a fucking crack on the sidewalk.
You heard laughter, followed by more laughter from one of the prettiest voices you ever heard in your entire life.
If you stand up now, you'd face one of the most embarrassing moments of your life that would play every time you go to sleep, and if you lay in the snow forever, you'd probably freeze to death and still embarrass yourself in front of the girl that was beautiful than any forms of nature. Not a lot of good choices.
You started to get up, shaking your face to get the snow that stuck to your face. Then you heard footsteps coming your way, a hand extended out to you. You could only hear the faint sound of her voice, "here," she muttered, and then the whole world went silent as you reached for her hand then pulled yourself up.
Shit, she's even prettier up close.
You start to wonder if she was even real or not.
"Hi!" You exclaimed, mouth jutting as you shook from the cold, that was oddly hot? You couldn't explain the feeling, being this close to Jenna in the freezing cold, every sense you had was malfunctioning. Nothing really prepared you to meet the girl across the street, the girl that caught your heart in mere seconds.
She chuckled, "Gosh, You're freezing!" She took your hand yet again, and you felt warm. Warm enough to start a fire, her hands fit perfectly into yours, and your freezing palm was melted by the slight touch of her fingers. "Here, come, let's get you warmed up."
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The inside of her house was warm to the bone, it was unlike any other, even if all the houses were built the same, but Jennas home felt like it was built by the Greek Gods themselves. It was perfect, and all too comforting for you, hell, you'd live in this one if given the chance. There were pictures of her family across the living room, and her dining area was right near her kitchen.
You didn't really know this day could come, to even get a slight interaction with Jenna you had been undoubtedly crushing on ever since she arrived in your neighborhood, and now you're literally in her place, warming yourself down because you trip over a damn crack.
You were sitting comfortably, but also had this shiver in your spine, on the chair she had offered you. You had your hands wrapped around you while you were staring at Jenna who was preparing hot coffee for the both of you. You insisted on making it yourself, considering how you were the book-perfect description of a people pleaser and would rather jump off a cliff before you ever make someone do something nice for you, but she persisted on doing it herself. 'A thank you for making her day slightly better,' she had argued.
"People don't often invite other people in their houses the first time they meet eachother," you remarked, your voice slightly jittery from the cold, and mostly how you're talking to the girl of your dreams.
"You seem nice enough to not murder me. Seeing how most murderers don't really fall face-first into the snow." She grinned, a sight only you could really fall for. Apart from cracks on the sidewalks.
She approached you with two steaming coffee mugs then placed it down on the table, one for you and one for herself. "Also, I already knew you." She mentioned, taking a seat and cradling her mug as she gaze locked with yours.
You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes squinting. She knew you? As in, the pretty Goddess you've been anticipating seeing every morning, knew you? Well, it was definitely expected, but you never really hoped she would notice you. Considering how many people must walk pass her house.
"You... know me?" You pointed towards yourself. "Thank.. Thank you for the coffee, by the way."
"You think I wouldn't know the girl who wakes up so early to take a morning walk?" She exclaimed, "I sometimes hear the music playing in your headphones. You really do jam it all the way up, huh?" Her mouth curled up into a smile before blowing her mug and then taking a little sip.
"You're..." She closed her eyes, lips forming in a line as she snapped her fingers, "y/n! Y/n, right?" She clicked her fingers as she pointed towards you, her dimples showing from her smile.
At that moment, your heart was definitely skipping a thousand beats, and you couldn't help but let a smile come out. Her dimples might just be your favorite thing of all time, apart from your favorite snacks and TV shows.
"Yeah! I'm y/n. And you're Jenna, right?"
"One and only, I guess."
Time passed, and you both settled into a space that felt comforting. Jenna admitted to feeling nervous initially, considering she only knew you from observing your morning walks outside her home. However, the moment you spoke, she found herself at ease.
Before you realized it, the clock showed noon. Four hours had flown by, and in that time, you felt like you knew her. Maybe not on a personal level, but like someone you'd consider a friend.
"You'll walk by here tomorrow, right?" Jenna questioned as you stepped down from her porch.
"Yeah, of course!" You turned around, showing two thumbs up, slowly walking away with your back turned before she smiled at your antics.
You started to walk back to your house, headphones now jammed into your ears. The way she talks, and the way she makes you feel comfortable—even after meeting just a couple of seconds ago—exceeded your expectations. The way she smiles, the way she acts. Everything about her, from her actions to her demeanor, painted a picture that made you feel so at home.
You loved Jenna, fuck you loved her. The girl across the street, you loved her so much, you only realized the intensity of your emotions once she had invited you into her home. You were head over heels in love, it was over for you.
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a/n: thank you for reading, im absolute shit with writing endings. also! this will have a part 2 soon!!
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Hii, just wanna say luv your stories. I hope u can do a series if ever. I wanna suggest like aonung x fem reader. Like she is so super kind and pure like the opposite of the typical strong and gangster vibe. Its like she melt aonung heart with her kind words and pure actions, like innocent vibe. Any way, hope u can consider this hehe
Melt For You
summary: you were a pure soul, a kind heart that brought happiness to all of the metkayina, including the tough son ao'nung
1k words, fem!metkayina reader
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The entire village knew you as kind. A pure hearted girl whose joy filtrated through the entire village. Your smile made others smile. You sparked happiness within everyone’s heart.
Your heart-warming presence had its effect on everyone. Even the harsh son of the chief Tonowari. Ao’nung couldn’t deny that his lips slightly curved seeing your bright smile. Or the way his chest would flutter seeing you walk by and wave.
It made him melt, you made him melt. Like ice cream on a hot day dripping onto the pavement melt. If you and the stars were next to each other you’d be shining brighter. If there was a shooting star in the sky he’d still rather stare into the galaxies in your eyes.
He was laying on a hammock just outside where his family rested. The light breeze rocked him side to side lulling him to sleep. The warm sun shining on him filled his body with warmth. It was a time he felt truly calm.
You came up beside him, slightly bouncing on the tightly pulled fabric that formed a path over the sand. Resting a soft hand on his shoulder to not scare him too much.
“Ao’nung.” Your voice was gentle in his ear, like a perfect song he’d listen to for eternity.
His eyes immediately went to your crouched figure next to him. Your skin shimmered in the sun, and your hair softly blew in the wind. You were like a portrait, framed in the museum of his mind, each stroke of a brush created your beauty.
“Hi Y/N.” His voice was croaky, a tired morning voice, not yet ready to be spoken to the world.
“Would you like to come make some baskets with me?” His heart fluttered when you offered. The thought of you thinking of him made him feel like his heart grew wings and was ready to fly away.
“Of course, I would.” Getting off the comfort of the soft hammock he followed your enthusiastic figure down to near the shore.
You had laid out multiple piles of leaves to be handwoven into intricate baskets to hold anything from tiny trinkets to the produce of a successful hunt. He watched you take a seat on the warm sand and followed suit.
He’d follow you to the ends of the earth if you told him to. Your smile was intoxicating to him, your being was like an addictive substance he would never let go of.
He watched your fingers intricately weave with the leaves with such ease. You made everything just look so graceful, so perfect.
“Ao’nung you’ve barely started, do you need help?” The tenderness of your voice rung in his ears. It would’ve made him shudder, but he had at least a little presence of self-control.
“I don’t weave, I am a hunter Y/N. So yes… I would like some help.” His voice grew small at the end making you chuckle.
“You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”
If he were a man before this statement no one would have ever known. Because he now felt like a puddle of mush on the sand to be washed away by the high tide.
He stammered a couple times before being able to get a retort back. “I’d hoped to be handsome.” Batting his eyelids in a joking way to cover the fact that his heart sounded like a drum.
“Fine, you can be handsome then.”
Ao’nung’s brain might have malfunctioned. The cogs of his brain stopped working and his hands froze looking up to you giggling figure. How could you think he was handsome when you were beauty itself.
“I need help with the basket Y/N.” Stern wasn’t exactly what his voice sounded like, but it was what he was going for.
“Oh yes. That’s right.” Grabbing his fingers softly you started to guide his hands in the detailed pattern. You watched him get continuously flustered as he gulped harshly whenever your hands would reposition themselves on his.
He was a mess in your touch. If he were to be a candle you’d be his flame. Flickering in the breeze slowly heating him up and melting him with your warmth.
“Y/N.” His voice was gruff, like he had been holding back his voice for a millennium.
“Are you understanding this pattern? You don’t seem to be listening.” A smile grew on your face as Ao’nung’s eyes tried to avoid anywhere but yours. He couldn’t meet them just yet. Not while his thoughts brewed in his mind that was filled of you.
“Y/N… I can’t focus on the basket. I can’t focus on anything right now.” Desperation echoed through his voice as looked up into your curious eyes. Your head tilted slightly waiting for him to continue explaining.
“I can only focus on you.”
Eyes wide you smiled at him. You weren’t oblivious to his feelings, and you hoped he wasn’t oblivious to yours. I mean who wouldn’t fall in love with the man. He was handsome, strong, funny and only a little daft.
“Then focus on me.” You tilted your head forward to get closer to his face. The proximity making the air between the two thick and filled with tension. Loving tension, tension that had been held back for years.
Ao’nung under his tough exterior and harsh nature was still a soft boy at heart. And you had cracked his shell.
The tension was sharp enough to cut with a knife, but no knife was needed as he softly put his lips to yours. Slowly kissing you, his eyes shut tight as his hands travelled to hold your cheeks.
This was ecstasy to him. Pure bliss. He was in a state of euphoria feeling you touch on him so delicately.
The way your lips melded together perfectly made your heart flutter as you hung your hands around his neck. You heart pounded in your chest and you kissed deeper to try and silence it.
Breaking away his lips were slightly swollen, licking the bottom lip in disbelief that he had kissed you. You had enchanted him completely and he was ready to be bewitched by you till the very end.
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authors note: hope you enjoyed this! and thankq sm for all the love every like reblog and comment i'm so grateful!
(i love your comments i'm kicking my feet reading them)
#ao'nung oneshot#ao'nung x reader#aonung#aonung xreader#aonung x you#avatar the way of water#avatar oneshot#ao'nung fic#ao'nung fluff#avatar#ao'nung#avatar x reader#atwow
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🖇️📁 𝐒𝐊𝐙 … 𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: a disturbing amount of fluff, read at your own risk
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: kinda based of that one txt song where they're the most pathetic simps ever but make it skz (also lovesick girls by bp but not really, just pinching the title. sorry girls <3) went a little off with minho and hyunjin cause i’m so obsessed with the thought them liking someone to the point it makes them nauseous. reblog for a kiss, feedback much appreciated!
𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍
#1 [name] stan right here ladies and gents and my non-binary friends
istg the first time he was introduced to you there was full ass hearts in his eyes
obviously he thought you were so pretty and cute
but as soon as you started rambling about your love of songwriting and hoping to one day become a producer he was officially whipped
felix had to physically hold him back from embarrassing himself
and had to do so multiple times after
he becomes such a big goof around you
like he’ll be so calm and collected when you’re not around but as soon as someone so much as mentions your name he’s suddenly tripping over his feet and sweating at the brow
sometimes it scares him how in love he is with you
literally malfunctions if you even brush against his hand
man would drop everything if you needed him
not cause he’s whipped
he just wants to be a good friend duh
(okay maybe he’s a tad whipped)
makes so many excuses to be around you alone
and once snuck into jeongin’s phone to steal your number
has you stored on his phone as ‘[y/n]🥺🤍]’ for weeks before actually gaining the courage to text you
and like you were practically waiting for him to make a move cause he’s so goddamn obvious
if any of the multiple hoodies and sweatshirts you own of his that he insists you take to remember him by were a hint
and you’re like,,, bro,,, u live across the street
and he’s like yeah,,, but,,, shut up
really he just wants to see you wearing his clothes
gives him that boyfriend/girlfriend fantasy
he’ll never actually make a move cause he’s so damn insecure of himself and thinks you deserve someone much better that’ll be around more than him and omg he’s so dumb just kiss him
it’ll make him so happy
until then he’s just happy admiring you from a distance
but you can bet your ass once you guys actually start dating he’ll be 10000% more smitten than he was before
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐎
freaked out by his feelings and shows his love for you in the form of relentlessly teasing you to the point where you think he hates you
but really all he wants more in life is to kiss that dumb smile off your face
doesn’t realise how intimidating he comes off to other people
swears he’s staring at you all dreamy and in love but literally all you can see is (ಠ_ಠ) looking at you from across the room
will rant to his cats about you
hand to *god* if they could they’d be rolling their eyes at him
will blush like a mfing teenage girl once you start easing up around him, playing into his teasing and realising he’s just a big cat loving softie behind all those bitchy side eyes
has threatened to beat ur ass on more than one occasion if you ever tell anyone though
the others catch onto his little soft spot for you as soon as they catch him letting you get away with things he’d bitch at them for
like this one time everyone was going on a small road trip
minho was driving and before you could even open your mouth jisung was already pushing past you yelling ’sHoTgUn’
only to get yanked back by the collar of his shirt before he could even reach for the car handle
and minho is just staring down at him like
🧍♂️ that’s [name]’s seat
lets you use the aux cord too
buys you this cute little kitty mug for your birthday
leaves out the fact that it was part of a couple set and he has a matching one back at the dorm
but one day you catch him drinking out of it while visiting the boys and you just send him the cutest little knowing grin ever and this mf is choking on his coffee
clutching his heart, falling off his seat, slamming his head against the table from that one smile
you’re the first person he goes to when he has a bad day
just feels like he can actually open up to you
and you’re just so comforting to him, it makes him love you even more
and everyone thinks you’re such a dumbass cause how have you not caught on yet??? this man literally stares at you as if you hung the stars in the sky???
he'll pine after you for a long ass time before he actually confesses to you cause he doesn’t like to be vulnerable in front of others and he sucks ass at voicing his feelings
teasing gets 10000x worse when you start dating
(if you don’t get along with his cats though it’s a deal-breaker, no matter how cute ur dumbass is)
𝐒𝐄𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐁𝐈𝐍
heart eyes
literally as soon as felix introduced you to him he’s fucking twirling his hair, kicking his feet and shit
doesn’t know how to talk to pretty girls so after you’re done introducing yourself to the other boys and turn to him he’s just like
hi
you know that one time chan and sana from twice did a live together and changbin was just in the corner like 🧍♂️
that’s him all the time around you
he’s not above making a fool out of himself
does things he would never normally do
lets you paint his nails
but insists it has to be black
cause he’s a man™️
doesn’t stfu about you
like he could be talking to someone about smth completely unrelated and he’ll just randomly go
‘omg did u see what [name] was wearing today?? she’s so pretty??? she could literally pull off anything?? did you know she has a pet guinea pig?'
and the other person is just like okay changbin go home
like don’t get me wrong the other guys love you like their sister but not when they have to pull this guy away from some random trainee that he decided would be the perfect victim to dump all his [name] rants on
pays sm attention to you
will make you feel like the only girl in the world istg
like you could just be casually talking about ur day and he’ll be soso silent, staring at you with literal fucking stars in his eyes like :) go on :)
just loves to hear you talk
thinks the little twinkle in your eyes and the grin tugging at your lips when you’re ranting about smth you’re passionate about is the prettiest sight ever
will go into full on hysterics if you ever make the slightest change in your appearance
dyed your hair? heart palpitations. decided to wear glitter on ur lids? sweating at the brow. wearing that cute little skirt you recently bought? yeah he’s dying right there on the spot.
probably has a private twitter account where all he does is cry about you
pines for so long before making a move
and he’s just so nervous and can’t keep his cool at all
literally wants to punch himself in the future once you start dating and tell him you wanted him to make a move every time you saw him 😭
he’s a dumbass but at least he’s a cute one
𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐍
he’s such a flirt
and you don’t catch the hint he’s basically smitten with you cause the way he flirts with you is the same way he flirts with felix 😭
normally very confident when approaching people he’s interested in but smth about you just makes him go into windows.exe shutdown mode everytime he’s able to hype himself up to finally tell you he likes you
approaches with such a pretty grin, hearing his heart in his ears and a little voice in the back of his head that sounded far too similar to jisung saying ‘u got this’
but the moment you look up at him and shoot him that damn smile of yours he’s just like
:o
you swear to this day you could see a little buffering symbol above his head
and he really can’t think of anything to say for the first time in his life and omg you’re looking at him and doing that cute little confused head tilt you always do and he can’t open his mouth and okay now he’s walking away
you’re just like 😃👍 ok
forbids you from mentioning it to this day
will have n o problem sitting in the corner all sulky if he feels you’re paying too much attention to the other boys
and will get petty about it
like
‘oh why are you over here talking to me now? thought u were having fun with your bOyFrIeNdS’
and ur like oh okay i’ll just go take my attention somewhere else and now he’s running after u like nO WAIT
lets you braid his hair :((
finds your presence so comforting no matter how much he loves to tease you
sometimes he’ll just facetime you after he’s had a rough day and you’ll just both sit in silence while sketching together
loves your little doodles no matter how shit you think they are
hides the fact that most of his recent artworks are of you <333
whenever you go on day trips with him he'll always have his camera
and like a 9/10 chance most of the photos he takes that day are of you
but if you catch him he’ll become all tsundere and be like ‘yOUR UGLY ASS WAS BLOCKING THE VIEW’
and you’re just like okay then explain the blush on your face
has matching rings with you
actually gifted you the ring and just decided not to mention he also has the same one
bro grifted you
you’re dating before you even know you’re dating okay? okay.
𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆
another that makes a fool out of himself for your attention and has no problem doing so
has matching friendship bracelets with you and literally wears it everywhere
even on stage
doesn’t care about the fact that it’s bright pink with little flowers and butterflies attached to it
he cherishes that thing with his mfing life
so obnoxious but in a cute anime girl way of course
if you’re on the other side of the room his first instinct is to make a scene and be the loudest bitch in there to get ur attention
will send you good morning texts everyday without fail
but this guy wakes up at like 2pm on a good day but it’s the thought that counts !!
so whipped and its soso obvious that the others just wanna grab your head and shake it until you finally realise half the love songs on their albums are written about you
one day when you complimented his shirt he made sure to wear it every time he saw you for the next 2 weeks straight
until the point chan literally had to rip it off him
he’s a such a fool
loves when you randomly show up to the studio during the middle of the night cause you ‘had a gut feeling he was overworking himself’ and he swears he falls even more in love with you in that moment than he already was
and you just look so cute and sweet bundled up in his sweatshirt, hands carrying all his favourite foods and the sleepiest look in your eyes
lets you cuddle against him while he works away on his tracks
and has to clam himself down from squealing like a teenage girl once your head starts to slump against his shoulder and cute little snores leave you
has the most precious smile on his face
swears he sees a flash coming from the door out of the corner of his eye
and as he’s turning around chan and changbin are hightailing it out of there
becomes his favourite photo
and the rest are just like??? how tf do either of you not realise how smitten both of u are??
spoiler alert: its cause ur both dumb af
will literally do anything you ask
will drop everything to come over to ur place at like 1am just to eat cheap ramen and watch some shitty rom-com he’s already seen with you 100 times before
complains he hates them the whole way through
(lets ignore the fact that he actually loves them and can recite legally blonde word for word)
you guys both have a nightly ritual of doing face masks and skincare together when he stays
says he hates it but his skin has never felt so soft???
takes him awhile to actually realise you like him too
and everyone is just like bRO HOW SHE’S LITERALLY WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER!! THIS GIRL LITERALLY WORSHIPS YOU?
but jisung :) an oblivious cutie :)
got the whole jype building frustrated af
the whole of twice and itzy 100% ship you two together on a daily basis
anyway [name] and jisung cutest couple 2023 guys get into it
𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗
incredibly sweet but you just think he’s being nice so it’s very frustrating to everyone around you
loves skinship
in general a very big fan
but even more when it’s with you (or hyunjin)
lays his head on ur shoulder while watching some low budget movie, gives you the tightest hugs when you meet up and can’t help but brush his hand up against your own for some type of contact
no matter what it is he always has to be touching you
makes plans with you and is like ‘oh yeah, the guys are gonna meet us there!!’
and when you finally get there its just him sitting waiting for you like :)
literally goes ‘oh no !! they cancelled last minute, guess ur stuck with me <333’
and he’s so cute that you can’t even be mad when he decides to be a devious little shit
probably forces you to learn new girl group choreography with him for tiktok
and if you accidentally run into one of the twice members while visiting him during practice this guy will literally lean down and whisper 'don't embarrass me' before ditching ur ass to do the pop choreo with nayeon or some shit
buys you stuff all the time
as if you’re actually dating
once he bought you this little bracelet (for no reason other than ur cute, the bracelet is cute, be cute together)
gives it to you with the prettiest smile and is just like ‘thought of u !!’ and ur just looking at the price tag like felix this is $500…
this mf insists on holding ur hand in public and people always mistake you for a couple
and when they comment on how cute you guys are and you go to correct them but then felix is butting in like ‘thank u!! :D’
literally gets withdrawal symptoms when he goes home to australia to visit his family
will have no problem calling you at 3am just to hear your voice
his phone lockscreen is 100% a selfie of the both of you
also almost definitely has an album on his phone dedicated to you
filled with cute photos he took of you when you weren’t looking
and will scroll through them at midnight with the most lovesick grin on his face
basically becomes his nightly routine
when one of the other boys are like ‘hey, consider this. maybe felix does all this stuff cause he likes u? idk, just a theory.’
and ur just like hahaha nooo he’s just being nice :D
cue ot7 wanting to rip their hair out over you two stupid asses
𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐈𝐍
he thinks he’s flirting but really he’s just being an asshole
lucky for him you think he’s a cute asshole
when you first become friends with the rest of the boys you legit thought he couldn’t stand you cause he was sulking in the corner not talking to you once
but really he was just grumpy that the others were taking up all the time of the pretty girl he wanted to ask out
also struggles to look you in the eyes the first couple weeks
cause wow ur so cute
eases up around you when he realises you’re just as dumb as the rest of them
becomes ur best friend in the span of a week istg
sends you this and is like ‘omg, [name]!! someone recorded u in the shower and sent it to me!!’
and you have to resist the urge to drive to the dorms just to beat his ass into next week
extremely protective of you though
if anyone ever tries to mess with you he’s straight over like ‘hey >:( only i can make fun of her >:((‘
100% that childish schoolyard crush where the boy pulls on the hair of the girl he likes
whenever the guys ask him if he wants to hang out he’s like,,, with u losers??? fk no
and chan just goes oh okay well [name] is gonna be pretty disappointed
and this guy is suddenly all up in his face like …..😳 [name] will be there??….😳
and chan has to restrain himself from grabbing his phone and snapping a picture cause kim seungmin just fucking blushed
likes his own space but he never minds when you decide to come over and keep him company
joins you when you decide to bake at midnight
not to help
he just likes making a mess and pissing you off
randomly decided he likes seeing you in his clothes so please expect his hoodies and sweatshirts to ‘mysteriously’ appear in your room
(really just wants to see how cute you look wearing them)
literally feels his heart get soso warm when you wear his sweatshirt to the dorms one day
and will be like ‘see, [name] loves me. we’re practically dating’ to the other boys
and minho is rolling his eyes and saying ‘as if u pussy’ and now seungmin is ranting with tears in his eyes about how it’s H I S sweatshirt you’re wearing not minhos
petty af
whenever he’s being grumpy he’ll snap at you to go bother someone else
and immediately regrets it when you sulk out of the room
but he's also a dick and just sits and feels sorry for himself for a few hours
later when he goes to find you to apologise and sees you playing video game and goofing around with jeongin
him af
will make it up to you always
he’s just so in love with you and doesn’t know how to handle it :(
𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍
first of all can someone save this boy cause he sure as hell can’t save himself
freezes up anytime you come into the room and won’t say a damn word to you
is perfectly content staring at you from across the room for the rest of his life if that means not embarrassing himself
cause he 100% would if he even attempted to talk to ur cute ass
the only reason you two even became friends was because hyunjin got sick of your pining and locked you in a room together
and you’re just watching like :( as jeongin is banging and yelling at the door to let you out
and you think he’s not interested in being friends with you but really he’s practically seconds away from having a full mental breakdown at the mere thought of being locked in a room with a pretty girl with even prettier eyes
notices your sad stare avoiding him and suddenly he wants to beat himself up for making you feel like that
semi-explains himself
he’s just an awkward little bitch really
leaves out the fact that he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you and doesn’t know how to act like a normal human being around you
cue to the both of you finally being let out like three hours later cause the guys got suspicious from the lack of noise
and there you two were knocked out on the bed cuddling like two cuties :(
istg it was chans lockscreen for a solid year
after that he’s even more smitten with you
if he’s ever on his phone the boys just assume he’s either stalking your insta or texting you random memes and thinking it’s flirting
but really he’s texting you the same way he’s texts seungmin so???
will show up at your apartment at like 2am and just be like ‘c’mon lets get food’
and now you’re sitting in some shitty ramen place and it’s cold and the lights above you keep flickering
but jeongin is sitting across from you looking so cute while trying to slurp up noodles that never seem to stop and you couldn’t be happier
uses his cutie maknae card to get out of practice earlier
just to visit you while you try to study/work
aka him annoying you until you cave and pay attention to him
will play video games with you
and claims he ‘let you win’ when you beat his ass
always makes the cute scrunchy face when you hug him and be even the slightest bit affectionate with him
and swears he hates it
but really he has to stop himself from locking himself in his room and squealing into his pillow like a 14 year old girl whos crush just looked at her for the first time
i repeat
someone save this boy
in love with you for a good two years before he even thinks about making a move
he’s just shy when it comes to his feelings but trust me when you guys start dating he’ll be the most annoying little fucker ever <333
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The Right Shelter
Pairing: Rafe Cameron x f!reader (y/n)
Summary: After getting in trouble, Rafe tried to hide from the police. He stumbled onto a random boat which turned out to be Y/Ns. You and Rafe got stuck on the sea and after a long time of not seeing each other, there were some things that you had never been able to tell each other, since now.
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut, Friends to lovers, Kidnapping, Violent Behaviour, Fingering, pet names, Swearing, Use of Weapons (gun)
MINORS DNI, 18+ content❗️
Word count: 5.7k words
POV: Y/N and Rafe were very close friends when they were in high school. They went to school together and hung out a lot. When they graduated, they slowly started to lose contact, even though none of them intended to break it. They grew apart. Both had feelings for each other, though the other one didn’t know that. Nothing ever happened between the two of them.
Y/N is part of a wealthy family. After graduation, her parents decided to fulfill her wish. She got her own home just for herself. A little yacht, to be independent, mobile, and happy. Y/N is already living on that boat for a year. She loves her home and has everything she needs. A bedroom big enough for two people. A small kitchen, with a tiny living area and a bathroom. Her guitar gives her the most joy and she plays every day.
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Today she just came home from her grocery and spare parts shopping tour. The engine of her boat seems to be a little funny from time to time so she decided to fix that before she leaves the mainland again. In a good mood, she unpacks her groceries and puts them in the places where they belong, when she suddenly hears a noise on deck. She was startled, but before she could look to see where the noise was coming from, a young man rushed into her apartment.
You froze in place, when you noticed the gun, pointed directly at you. The moment your eyes met his, your heart stumbled. You haven’t seen him in a long time, and this was surely not what you expected when you thought about meeting him again. “Rafe?” you said calmly.
He was frozen too. Every boat he could have picked, and he picked yours. Yours of all things. He was uncertain of what he should do next. The fact that he was pointing a gun at you, made him feel sick. For a short moment, he tried to lower his gun before he remembered why he was there. His hands stiffened around the trunk of his pistole. “Ship us out of here.”, he demanded urgently.
You were still frozen in place because you couldn’t comprehend what was happening to you. What was happening to him. You wanted to tell him, that your boat wasn’t ready to ship out now due to your damaged engine, but you couldn’t say a word. “Now!” Rafe added loudly after your non-responsive behavior. You flinched at his sudden yell, turned around, and climbed up the ladder to your cockpit. Him right behind you. You pushed some buttons and the boat slowly started to move out of the bay. You did not dare to turn around while you maneuvered yourselves through the banks. After a couple of minutes, you entered the open ocean when you heard your engine breaking down again. “No no no,” you mumbled worried. “What is it?” Rafe’s rough words made you tense again.
“I-“ you paused.
“What?”
“I wanted to tell you from the beginning that it wasn’t a good idea to depart now because my engine has some kind of a malfunction.”
“What do you mean?”
“It breaks down from time to time. I don’t know when or if it is going to start up again.” You turned around to face him. The gun wasn’t pointed at you anymore. He had already lowered it minutes ago. His view went out of the window. He couldn’t look at you. Not after what he had done to you. After a short time of silence, you finally gained the courage to break it. “What happened?” you asked worriedly. He exhaled sharply. “That’s none of your fucking business.” And without looking at you again, he opened the door behind him and went on deck.
You took a deep breath before you climbed down the ladder to your living area. What are you supposed to do now? You are on the open sea, with an old friend that seems to be in a hell of trouble, that he goes so far as to point a gun at you. And of course, there is the damaged engine. Your look went to your still halfway-packed grocery bag. You are lucky that you bought enough food to fill your storage completely. Otherwise, it would have been super critical. Maybe you could try to fix your engine. Even though it is gonna take some time. You sighed. Well, there wasn’t anything else to do in this situation. You and him are stuck here. If you’d like it or not.
You took two glasses out of your cupboard and filled it with water. Then you stepped out on deck, into the sun. Rafe was sitting at the lower edge of your yacht his legs over the edge so that he could watch the ocean surface. It also was the only place where you had a little shadow. His gun was set right next to him on his left. You climbed up the few steps, walked over, and passed him the glass. With a questioning glance, he looked at the glass. “Come on, take it. You need to stay hydrated.” With a little hesitation, he took the glass from you and immediately took a sip. You sat yourself down next to him with your own glass.
The two of you just sat there in silence before you decided to tell him your plan. “I’m going to try to fix the engine. I’m pretty sure this is gonna take some time, but we have enough food and water for about two or three weeks. … I could also call the Coast Guard to come and get us, but I assume that doesn’t lay in your interest.” You took a break to look at him. He just stared into his glass without saying a word. “So, I am not gonna do that.” You took a short glance at your watch to check the time. It was already 7 pm and you felt your stomach asking for some food. “Wow, it is getting late. I’m gonna make us some dinner.” You said before standing up and disappearing into the kitchen.
You took a bit of time, but you returned with two plates of mac and cheese. Rafe switched his position in the meanwhile so that he was able to lean against the wall of the boat. “Here you go,” you said as you passed him the plate. A soft “thanks” escaped his lips. You sat yourself across from him. “Mac and Cheese?”, he mumbled without looking at you. You smiled. “Was your favorite back then, wasn’t it?” He nodded. “Is still my favorite.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Hope you like it.” You sat there and ate enjoying the silence, listening to the light roar of the ocean, and watching the sun slowly disappear at the horizon. While you were sitting there your thoughts wandered back to some old memories you had with Rafe.
When you were both 15, Rafe and you hung out a lot after school at your place. And your mom used to make mac and cheese for the two of you. You always did your homework together and then went out till it was dark to watch the sundown. It was literally the best time of your life. “Your mom used to make the best mac and cheese.” Rafe broke the silence while watching the sun go down. You smiled. He had the same thought as you. “Yours is pretty good too by the way. Tastes almost like your mom's.” “Thanks.” you smiled. You sighed satisfied. “It’s crazy how the time passes by, don’t you think? Feels like we were 15 yesterday.” He nodded. “True.”
You took a moment. “What do you think how many sundowns have we watched in our lives together?” “435. With this, 436,” he answered. You frowned smilingly, looking at him. “You counted them?”
“I did.”
“Wow, 436 then.” You dived back into your memories and started to giggle. "Do you remember the moment when I used to prank Topper in school and he got super mad, so you covered for me. And then when we were at my place at the landing stage later that day, eating our sandwiches, he was looking for you. When he found us, he just yelled, you stood up and tried to calm him down, saying it was a joke and then he just pushed you right off the stage into the water. I was so perplexed that I stood up and told him that it wasn’t you but me. So, he took me and threw me right after you. Then he stole our sandwiches and ran off. We were both mad, not about the fact that he threw us into the water but-"
”That he stole our sandwiches.“ Rafe finished the sentence. ”To this day I do not forgive him that. These sandwiches were so delicious.“ You both laughed. ”Are you still friends with Topper?“
“Yeah, sort of. We hang out every now and then. But this little shithead started getting on my nerves when he started dating my sister.”
“Really? How is Sarah?”
“She’s doing fine. But that was a while ago. Now she’s hanging out with those Pogues.”
“You never liked them.” “I never liked them.” He started smiling when he realized you finished his sentence. “But what about you? What did you do after graduation?”
“Well, that’s a long story. I went to the mainland and toured around for a bit. I didn’t want to go to college.”
“Yeah, me neither. But my dad wanted me to go. Didn’t go that well as you can see.” You nodded. “This boat is yours, isn’t it?”
“What makes you think that?”
“The way the living room is decorated, with those tiny LEDs and the guitar on the wall. We bought it on the market together when we were on the mainland, remember? You said you would love to have it, but you weren’t sure and then I bought it for you.”
“That’s right.” You said smiling at him. It was the first time that evening that he looked at you again. Looked at you like he did 2 years ago. You missed him. Gosh, you missed him so badly. His smile, his little laugh, and just being around him made you feel so much joy. The fact that he remembered all these things you guys did in the past. Hell, he even knows how many sundowns you have watched together. How adorable is that? And now you regret losing him as a friend even more. You could see how his face changed when he sunk back into his thoughts.
He felt absolutely terrible about how he ended up here. Guilty, of stealing your time, your water, and your supplies. He never wanted to be a burden, especially not with you. He pulled you into his trouble even though all he ever wanted was to protect you. After college and what had happened there, he decided to stay away from you on purpose. He knew that he had changed but there wasn’t anything that he could do about it. The only thing he wanted you to be is safe, even if that means to love you from afar. You, the only person that never judged him for his actions. And now, he had pointed a gun at you forcing you to follow his orders. Frightening you. But still, you didn’t judge him. Brought him water and hell, you even cooked him his favorite dish. He felt guilty.
The hours passed by and as it was getting late you decided it was time to go to bed. Rafe insisted on sleeping on deck under the stars. You have never seen him so sure about anything. So, you let him. You brought him a pillow and a blanket and went down to your bedroom.
As you were laying in bed, your mind wandered around the things that happened today. You were so happy to finally see him again, to be able to talk to him, but you were also worried. Worried about what he had done that pushed him so far to run around with a gun. If you were someone else, you’d probably be held hostage by him. Before that day, you would have never imagined HIM to point a gun at someone. Rationally, you should classify this situation as dangerous. Classify him as dangerous. But it was Rafe, your high school best friend. You knew him, right? Or didn’t you?
The next morning you woke up at 10 o’clock. It didn’t take you long to remember what had happened, so you stood up, got ready, and got on deck to check up on him. He was lying there in the sun, blanket wide open, sleeping peacefully.
Good, you thought. It was probably super hard to fall asleep, so you decided not to wake him. Meanwhile, you started to look after the engine. With those extra parts you bought, you really hoped that you could fix it. You sat there for two hours with your instruction manual staring at the engine of your boat, trying to understand where that specific part you were looking for sat. Unsuccessfully, so you decided to take a break. When you passed by the rear of the boat you noticed that Rafe was starting to wake up. “Good morning!” You greeted him. “Are you hungry? I could make us some eggs and bacon.” He groaned. “What time is it?”
“1 pm.” You stated. “Why didn’t you wake me?” He mumbled while sitting up.
“You looked like you really needed that sleep.” He didn’t respond so you went under deck to prepare breakfast. As it was getting hotter outside you decided to call him in when breakfast was ready. With a thankful look on his face, he sat down while you served breakfast. “How did you sleep out there?” You asked. “It was alright. My back hurts just a little,” he stated while enjoying his eggs and bacon. “I tried to work on the engine this morning, but it seems like I need another pair of eyes to help me look. Do you mind giving me a hand later?”
“Sure, I can help you.” he smiled.
After finishing breakfast and doing the dishes, you and Rafe went outside to take a look at the engine. A little confused you showed him the instruction paper. “Here, I think this is what we are looking for. It says that this vent is responsible for the dysfunction, but I cannot find the vent at all.” He skimmed the manual and took a look at the engine. “It has to be right here,” he said after examining the surface. “Maybe it is inside, and that’s the reason why we cannot find it. The vent was made to reduce overheating, wasn’t it?” You nodded, “That’s what it says.” “So, the reason why your engine breaks down sometimes is because it is overheating. No wonder, it is freakin hot today.”
“It is and that’s why I am gonna get us something to drink, I’ll be right back.” You jumped up, went under the deck, got two ice-cold lemonades, and went back up again. Rafe who was still supervising the engine got rid of his t-shirt. You couldn’t help but take a look before you passed him his drink. “Thanks.” he smiled. “I think we should leave the flap open so that it can cool down. The heat builds up in there and has no way to escape. Maybe this helps.” “Alright then,” you said while you toast to him. You both took a sip. “Hey, uhm do you wanna take a swim?” Rafe asked after a while. “A swim? Sure, why not.” You grinned. I’m just gonna go change into swimwear real quick, alright?”
“Sure, take your time.”
After changing up, Rafe was already observing the water from afar. He was just in his Boxers. He stood on the adjustable part of the rear, which was made to facilitate entry into the water. You approached him slowly. “How is the water?”
“It’s cold,” he answered briefly. But something was off. You knew what he sounded like when he planned something. “You are not going to push me into the water, promise me,” you said daringly. He smiled slyly. “Of course not.” You climbed down to the board on which he stood and dipped your foot into the water to test out the temperature. “Damn, it is cold. Are you sure, you wanna take a swim?” But before you could wait for a response, an arm wrapped around your waist and before you knew it, Rafe had already pulled you into the cold water.
You squealed. When you reached the surface again you immediately pushed a wave of water in his direction. “Rafe,” you complained while he was trying to avoid the water you were pushing in his direction. “You promised not to push me, what the fuck?” He smiled while he was trying to reach you to stop you from throwing more water right into his face. As soon as he reached you, he grabbed your arm with one hand and wrapped his other hand around your waist so that you didn’t sink. The warmth of his body made you shiver.
“I just said that I won’t push you, which I technically didn’t do.” You punched his shoulder, while he floated you to the board on which you stood. “Pulling me in is kinda the same thing you idiot.” “Oh, I am the idiot? Who was afraid that the water would be too cold, you little coward?” You punched him again. “Hey, punching your friends is not nice, who thought you manners?” He grinned. “The same woman who makes the best mac and cheese,” you stated slyly. “Alright, alright I forgive her.” he laughed, before letting go of you.
The two of you spent some time playing around in the water, chatting about old stories, and after that found yourselves warming up on deck in the sun.
It was getting late and after you pulled on a light summer dress, you two made dinner together. It almost felt like there was never a break between you. It was just like it was back then. After you two ate dinner, you decided to put on some music and watch the sundown. “437,” you said with a big smile on your face. Rafe nodded in agreement. You both went silent like you always did when watching the sundowns. “Hey Rafe.”, you said thoughtfully. “Hm?”
“When this is over, can we still be … friends?” He looked at you. “I don’t know.”, he stated. Your heart broke at his words. You just had him back. You were not ready to lose him again. Otherwise, you didn’t know about anything that’s been going on for the last two years. “Why not?” you said calmly because you didn’t want to pressure him. He did not respond. Rafe wanted to tell you what was going on, but he feared you’d judge him. He knew you would never judge him, but this time he wasn’t sure. When the police would get him, you could be assigned as his accomplice. He could not let that happen.
You kinda knew what he was thinking about. His face told you everything. “Rafe, whatever it is that you have done, you know that I would never judge you.” Without answering he stood up. He was an open book to you even without talking about it and he knew that now. “I’m going to take a piss.”, he said before disappearing under deck. You stood up and followed him. With your arms crossed you leaned against the kitchen counter while he stepped out of the bathroom.
“Jesus.”, he mumbled as he did not expect you to stand right there. “Please Rafe, tell me what happened, after all of this don’t you think I deserve to know?” He started walking up and down to calm himself. “You don’t understand Y/N, I cannot tell you.” He really tried his best to calm down but the more you asked the more pressure you put on him. “Yes, you can.” you tried further desperately. That was enough for him. Immediately, he made three steps in your direction, grabbed you by the throat, and pushed you roughly against the counter.
Your breath hitched and you instantly grabbed his wrist. “You don’t know nothing Y/N,” he yelled angrily. “Everything I’d tell you would put YOU in danger. Even being here with YOU puts you in danger. What I have done cannot be undone. Do you understand that?” You saw the tears building up in his eyes as you watched him. “I’m sorry!” you whispered to calm the situation down. After a short minute during which he realized that he was choking you, he let go and got on deck.
You stood there. Frozen in place. You have never seen him like this before. So much anger that he tends to violent behavior, scared you. But you kinda asked for it, putting him under pressure. For your luck, he didn’t squeeze so hard that you couldn’t breathe. It was more like a tight grip to shut you up. And it worked. You didn’t know what else to say. You stayed under the deck for an hour to give him some space and to clear your head.
After that when the sun had already disappeared, you dared to take a step outside. He was sitting in his spot staring at the surface of the water. You slowly sat yourself next to him. You were the first one to say something. “I’m sorry for pressuring you. You’re right, I don’t know anything about what has been going on in your life for the past two years and I am also sorry for that. I wished we had never broken off contact. Letting you go as a friend, was probably the hardest thing that I’ve ever done in my life. And I need to respect your decision. If you don’t want to be friends with me, that’s fine. As long as you’re okay.” you explained.
His gaze went up to meet yours. Everything you said to him, was the same way he felt about you. He just wanted you to be okay. To be safe. He took a moment before he felt ready to respond. “When I came home from college, you know what the first thing was that I did?” You shook your head. “I drove by your house because I wanted to see you. You were there, in the garden, playing chess with your dad. I wanted to say hello. Tell you that I’m back. That I dropped out of college.” he paused.
“But I didn’t. College fucked me up pretty badly. Everything I could think about when I was there was that I missed you. I was so scared that we would grow apart in such a long time. That when we will meet again, we won’t know each other anymore. So, I started drinking. Day and night, till they kicked me out. And you know what? I was happy. I was so happy to go home, to finally see you again. But when I saw you, sitting there with your dad, playing chess you looked happy. You looked like you moved on. Left every worry behind. I didn’t want to destroy that just because you could do what I couldn’t. So, I left. I tried to talk myself into believing, that as long as you are happy, I could be too.”
A tear ran down your cheek, as you listened to his side of the story. And then you started to get mad. Mad because he was wrong. Mad at yourself because you never visited him after hearing he was back. You wanted to, so many times, but you also thought he moved on because he didn’t come to visit you after his arrival. This hurts you in so many ways. “So, did it work? … Could you be happy?” you said quietly because you knew that if you said it louder, he could’ve heard that you were crying.
“No.”, he stated, looking across the shimmering ocean. The moon had risen and gave some light. “Me neither,” you confessed as you looked at him. The next thing you said wasn’t really well thought through, but you needed to get it off your chest. “I never stopped loving you, Rafe,” you said as you observed his reaction. His gaze met yours as he turned his head to face you. Certainly, he did not expect to hear something like that from anyone. Especially not from you. And to make sure, that he got everything you said right you repeated it slowly. “I love you, Rafe Cameron.”
That was everything he needed to hear before he pushed himself forward to close the gap. His hands wandered along your neck to pull you in for a kiss. He brushes his lips against yours slowly before intensifying his motion to kiss you deeply. The way his lips are moving against yours, made your stomach tumble. Every brush against your skin made you feel absolute ecstasy. His touch was so soft that it made it impossible to think about anything except how much you wanted this. How much you wanted him. After what felt like an eternity, you both needed some time to breathe again. He did not pull away though. He kept you as close as he could to remember the way you made him feel.
You smiled as your gaze went up to look at him again. He smiled back so softly that you believed your heart could melt at any time. Your hand went up to cup his face brushing gently over his cheek. “I missed you so much, you know. I can’t even describe it properly.” You stated while continuing to admire him. “I know. I feel the same way.” He answered. “We should have never broken off contact.” You nodded.
You stayed and sat there for a little while longer before you both decided that it would be best to get some sleep.
He laid back down as you were ready to go underdeck. “What are you doing?” you asked amused which caused him to startle a bit. Confused he turned around to face you. “You’re not sleeping on deck again, silly. My bedroom is big enough for two people.”
“Are you sure?”, he asked. “Yes, and I insist, so …” You made a motion that invited him to follow you. He slowly stood up and followed you into your little bedroom. Nearly the whole room was made out of bed. Just a little dresser was squeezed into the corner. You had already changed into your nightgown which was just an oversized t-shirt and panties. He got rid of his shirt and his pants which left him in his boxers before falling into the bed. A small sigh left him as he appreciated the comfiness of your bed. “Better than to sleep on the ground, isn’t it?” He nodded. His eyes kept shut.
You laid down on your side so that you could watch him for a while and just a couple of minutes later his breathing calmed down so that you knew he had fallen asleep. Rafe was exhausted. He hadn’t gotten much sleep the nights before because of the thoughts that haunted him all night. But right now, he finally had the chance to experience some peace. Here. By your side. You sighed quietly while letting yourself roll onto your back. It was quite welcome for you to not be alone here for once, so you followed Rafe's example to shut your eyes and doze off into your world of dreams.
In the middle of the night, a jolt went through your body, so you immediately startled up. Since you started to live on a boat you began to dream of heavy thunderstorms on the sea. It happened on a regular basis so that you had gotten used to getting torn from your sleep. You looked to your right where you found Rafe sleeping calmly as a cucumber.
You decided to get up to go grab a glass of water. The moon was shining through the windows and illuminated the room just so you were able to leave to light off. You grabbed a glass of water, took a big sip, and decided, before going back to bed, to take a look outside. As you stepped on deck the moon greeted you with its bright round shape. There was not one cloud so that a wonderful starry sky presented itself. You took another sip as you enjoyed the gorgeous view. In the far, you could also see the lights of the outer banks.
Sooner or later you and Rafe had to go back. And when that happened it was likely that you both wouldn’t see each other again. You hated that thought but there was nothing you could do about it. You decided to take a last sip before disappearing into the kitchen again. As you walked down the stairs you didn’t notice the dark figure leaning against the fridge. You set down your glass when you suddenly felt warm breathing on the side of your neck.
Startled, you immediately turned around. Rafe was standing right in front of you, so close that you could now feel his breathing on your face. “Rafe?”, you whispered uneasy while your hands tried to get a grip on the kitchen counter. He stayed silent, as he watched you press yourself against the counter while trying to comprehend what was happening to you. But he gave you no time as he stepped closer so that there was no space left anymore.
Your breathing accelerated as you looked up into his eyes. You couldn’t see much but you felt his gaze on you. What was happening to you? He leaned forward, grabbed your neck carefully, and tilted it slightly to the side so that he could gain access to your now-exposed skin. Your eyes went shut as you took in the gently placed kisses Rafe put alongside your neck.
A soft moan escaped your lips as your mouth opened slightly. The feeling he gave you was immaculate. Your hand went up to grab his shoulder for better hold because your legs got too wobbly to stand on your own. Luckily, he had already supported your waist with his other hand when he approached you earlier.
As another moan escaped you, Rafe became more desperate. Your sweet sounds turned him on even more than he had imagined it. A little rough, he pulled back your head to look at you again. This time you could see his face as the moonshine just seemed to flash at the right time. His eyes pierced into yours, desperate, and hungry for more. A rush of adrenaline went through your body. This feeling was something else. Seeing him hovering over you made you absolutely feral for him.
You couldn’t wait anymore. You needed him to do something. Anything. So, you dug your fingers deep into his shoulder. He groaned before a mischievous grin spread across his face. “That’s my girl!” he said quietly. Butterflies formed in your stomach as you did not expect a praise like that but before you could respond he pulled you off the counter, picked you up, and carried you straight to the bedroom.
Once there he let you fall onto the bed, immediately climbed over you, and pushed you down with a firm grip against your throat. He lowered himself to finally kiss you like you had desired it for what felt like an eternity. His other hand started to wander between your thighs. You twitched in arousal as he reached your sweet spot, so he pushed your pantie to the side for better control.
He circled around your clit in a calm motion. He knew what he was doing that was for sure. You moaned as he brought you to the edge of pleasure way sooner than you thought. Right before you hit your orgasm he stopped. “No, please don’t stop.” You whimpered, losing that delicate feeling again that had built up. “We are not finished yet, beautiful!” He leaned back and pulled you free of your left-on underwear.
“Fuck!” he stated at the sight of you. “You have no idea how fuckin hot you are!” You smiled as you lifted your foot to caress his inner thigh. He grinned as his view followed the motion of your foot. “Okay, maybe you do.” He leaned forward, freed himself from his boxer, and hovered back over you. This time he grabbed your hands to pin them down over your head before positioning himself. When he slid in, you moaned. He filled you out so perfectly.
He groaned after he slowly started moving. The grip around your wrists tightened and you could see how his muscles defined even more. This truly was an eyesight for itself. Your mouth fell open again without you even noticing. Rafes look was focused on his cock slamming inside you repeatedly with a rising pace. His other hand gripping your waist. “Fuck Rafe I am gonna cum.” His gaze went up to look at you again. This was what gave you the rest to push you over the edge. Your orgasm spread through the whole body as your head fell back onto the bed. Rafe groaned as he came right after you. With some last thrusts, he collapsed beside you. Both panting you enjoyed the inner peace that had formed.
“That was-, …”, you started “Amazing?!”
“Yeah.” You laughed. “Better than I would have ever imagined it.”
Rafe nodded in agreement before you both got quiet again.
You could feel how you got sleepy again and while thinking about how happy it made you to have him here, your worries came back. Right now, you knew that you would not be able to accept being away from him again. Whatever had happened to him, whatever he did, you had to help him. No matter what it would cost you. You always got what you wanted.
And you wanted him!
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roadside temptations
rickgrimesxfem!reader
summary: the car breaks down on the way back to the prison when you and Rick were coming back from a small run, and you figure out a way to kill time.
word count: 1,7k.
warnings: fingering, manturbation (female reciving), thigh riding, unprotected sex (p in v), cursing, praising, dick riding, etc. not proofread.
requested: yes (by anonymous).
+18 content below, minors dni, nsfw, please do not read it if you're uncomfortable with this topic!
As the car continued along the road, the gentle rumble of the engine slowly began to transform into a more noticeable rattling sound, and the once smooth ride became slightly more unstable as the vehicle began to wobble ever so lightly.
You and Rick had gone on a supply run to gather the essentials - medical supplies and food - and anything useful you could find. Given the current state of things, you knew that every little thing counted. It was supposed to be a day's journey; however, as luck would have it, your vehicle did not seem up to your wishes, as it malfunctioning and running slower than usual.
“That doesn’t sound exactly nice and smooth,” you said, pointing out the worrying clatter coming from the motor. “Do you think we should stop and check it out?”
"It's probably best if we do," Rick agreed. He didn't want to be stranded in the middle of nowhere, having just a couple of hours left until sunset. "'M gonna pull over to that siding, and I'll take a look at it.”
Rick did as said, stopping the car when he had reached the pull-off. He opened the driver’s seat door and step out, heading to the front of the car. You watched as Rick popped open the hood and began to inspect the engine, a troubled expression breaking across his once calm features after he poked around a bit.
Rick followed instructions and stopped the car at the pull-off. He got out of the driver’s seat and walked to the front of the car. You observed as Rick opened the hood and inspected the engine.
After poking around for a while, a troubled expression crossed his previously calm features. Rick slamed the hood shut with a loud bang, and, with his thumbs in his pockets, returned to the car, behind the wheel.
"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," he said, turning to face you.
“If only you’d listened to me when I told you,” you scolded Rick. “We should’ve checked everything was in order before setting off.”
He was in such a hurry to depart that he didn't even stop to verify the condition of the engine. He was to blame for your setback.
While you rebuked Rick, his gaze remained glued to your lips, moving as you spoke.
"Are you listening to me at all?" you asked Rick, shaking your head in exasperation.
“God, you're so fucking hot when you're mad," he said with a smirk.
"You're a lost cause, you know that, right?" you sigh, still trying to hold onto your annoyance with Rick, on the brink of succumbing to his pleading eyes.
"Maybe," Rick responds with a wry smile, "but you long for this lost cause to touch you." His voice is playful and teasing, and it has the abillity to snap you out of your anger.
It's not that you don't appreciate Rick's sense of humor and charm - it's just that sometimes, it can be a little too much, especially when you're in a stressful situation like this one. But as he sits there beside you in the car, his eyes sparkling with mischief, you can’t help feeling the fluttering butterflies, the same ones you got back when he first started flirting with you.
As he moved his hand along the exposed skin of your thigh, you felt a rush of desire course through your body. The warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine and you found yourself yearning for more. You wondered what it would be like to have his hands explore every inch of your body, to feel his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you melted under his touch.
You gave in to your desires and crossed over to the driver's seat, straddling Rick.
In a sudden and spontaneous movement, he grabbed your arms and pulled you closer to him, pressing his lips against yours in a fervent and ardent kiss. If you could not make it home, you might as well enjoy the privacy the deserted roads provided.
You interrupted the kiss, opening your eyes to observe his face, which you held in your hands. You noticed the way his eyes sparkled in the fading light, and the way his lips curved into a small smile. How you had gotten so lucky to have found someone like him in this chaotic and unpredictable world?
You buried your face in the crook of his neck and sucked, savoring the salty flavor of his perspiring skin. The lustful action elicited a grunt from Rick, and seeing him enjoying it only made you hornier.
Unable to resist the temptation to indulge your erotic desires, you began rubbing your denim-covered pussy on Rick's leg. The sensation was electric as you indulged in your carnal urges, your body responding with increasing arousal and a sense of unbridled wildness.
"Behave, babygirl, " Rick gasped, trying to keep some semblance of control. “Quit that if you want me to please you anytime soon.”
But you were relentless, the friction sending waves of pleasure through your body.
Rick's voice was strained as he fought to keep his composure, his eyes locked onto yours with a mixture of desire and amusement. You could feel the heat radiating from his body, and the intensity of his gaze made your heart race.
Despite his warning, you couldn't resist the temptation to tease him, to see just how far you could push him. You continued to grind your hips against his leg, feeling the friction and the growing wetness between your thighs. Your breathing became more and more erratic as the pleasure built inside you, and you could tell that Rick was struggling to keep up his facade of control.
"Are you trying to drive me insane?" he growled, his hands tightening on your hips. "Because if that's your plan, it's working."
You smirked, feeling a sense of power in the way you were able to affect him.
"Maybe," you said, your voice low and sultry. "Or maybe I just want you to take me right here in this car."
Rick's eyes widened at your boldness, and for a moment you thought he might actually give in to your demands. But then he shook his head, a rueful smile on his lips.
Rick pushed a hand against your chest, gently but firmly, conveying both his desire and authority, moving you back so he could access the button on your shorts, and, using just one hand, he undid it effortlessly. There was little space inside the tea green Hyundai SUV, hence the steering wheel digging your back as the man under you battled to roll your pants down.
"No panties?" You gave a feeble smile as the corners of your lips turned up when he realized you weren't wearing any underwear under your shorts. "You sure are a dirty little slut, ain't you?”
His large hands griped you tights, spreading your legs so you were stradling his lap. Your eyes closed, anticipation taking over you when his hard boner grazed your crotch through the denim fabric. You moaned in response to his fingers caresses in your cunt, which soon turned into a swifter rub, his middle and ring finger at both sides of your clit.
As the passion between you and Rick grew, you heard him whisper in your ear, "You can get louder, can't you?" and you responded by letting out a moan of pleasure.
The sound only seemed to encourage him as he continued to touch and explore your body, his hand working its way up under your shirt until he reached your tit, stroking it between his cold fingertips. You were completely under his spell, and you loved every moment of it.
A gasp left your mouth when he slided a finger inside you without prior notice.
“Rick.” you muttered in a submissive wail.
“What do you want, honey?” he teased, adding another finger to his pumping. “Is it me?”
You hummed in agreement, your eyes closed and head tilted backward as your walls squeezed his fingers. Signs of an impending orgasm emerged, the swell of bliss making its way up your core.
Yet, your expression of rapture quickly changed to one of disappointment when Rick's fingers left your hole, the sense of emptiness outweighing any pleasure.
"If you want to come, you better beg," he growled in your ear, and you knew you were completely under his control.
“Please, Rick” with a soft whimper, you begged him to take you, to make you his completely. “I want you, I want you to fill me.”
Without a second thought, his own urgency beyond human limits, Rick pulled the lever under the bottom of the seat, and it swung back, increasing the wiggrling space. He pulled up his shirt and pulled down his trousers before freeing his throbbing member from the suffocating fabric of his stone grey boxers.
At the sight, your mouth watered, and you eagerly mounted his erect, precum-dripping cock. you began to bounce up and down, your hips meeting in a sensual rhythm with each thrust.
"Attagirl," Rick praised you amidst his own gleefulness.
The car may have broken down and left you stranded on the side of the road, but in that moment, all you could think about was the intense desire that had overtaken your body. You wanted to feel Rick's hands over you, as your bodies melted into one, to be completely consumed by the zeal of this moment.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Rick whispered in your ear as you rode him, your hips moving faster and faster as you approached the brink of orgasm.
You moaned in response, your body writhing with pleasure as Rick's hands roamed over your body, touching you in all the right places as you rode him harder and harder.
You reached your peak, your body shaking with ecstasy as you came hard, your walls contracting around Rick's cock as he pumped into you one last time before spilling his own release inside you.
As you collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily, you couldn't help but think that getting stuck on the side of the road might have been the best thing that ever happened to you.
#twd#amc#the walking dead#twd x reader#twdxreader#rick grimes#rickgrimes#rick grimes fanfiction#rick grimes x female reader#rick grimes x reader#rick grimes smut#rick grimes x reader smut#rick grimes fluff#rick grimes x reader fluff#rick grimes x y/n#twd rick#grimes
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SKZ falling for their make up artist
Pairing: skz ot8 × Black gn!reader (individually)
Genre: fluff
Request: yes! (lmk if it's like you wanted)
Warnings: Reader has braids in Hyunjin's one and is implied to paint their hair in Felix's one, mentions of food in Minho's (and food places like restaurants in Chan and Jeongin's)
A/n: I accidentally posted this one before it was ready and then I had to delete it now I am mad💀 i really need to pay attention to the things i do
Bang Chan
Ok so fun fact
He met you before knowing you were his new make up artist
He just saw you at jyp cafe looking like an angel when he decided he would make small talk with you
But luck was not on his side (or was it?) because it was golden hour and you guys were sitting near the window
What does that mean? The sun rays were all over you, making your brown skin glow and your eyes hypnotized him
Consequences? He was so focused on appreciating you that he forgot to ask for your number
You can imagine how sad he was once he realised it
But! Imagine his surprise (and happiness) when he met you at the recording of one of their mvs four days later
He made sure to ask for your number properly this time
He always makes sure he is the last you'll make up so there is no rush and he can have you all for himself for some moments
Absolutely adores how excited you look like when talking about your work
He even convinced the management crew to put you as the tour's make up artist because he needed wanted you there
Lee Know
You'd probably hate him
He just happens to be a menace to people he likes
So he might or might not wipe off and ruin pieces of the make up just so you have to retouch it
"did you make up here? And here? I think you should check or do it again yk" typa thing he'd say
Don't get him wrong, he just wants to spend a little bit of time with you
But he doesn't know how to do it without making you rethink all you life choices and pissing you off
But he also brings you food backstage to make up for it
And if you have any pets he would be like "our pets should meet each other!!"
Anything to see you outside of work
And if you're on backstage during one of the stages/recording/practices he will put 200% effort on his performance
He needs to impress you of course
Changbin
Compliments you right away
He doesn't even know your name but he is already telling you you are blessed by Aphrodite, the prettiest person to ever exist in earth and all those things
He has no shame
You know that cute couple thing people do with make up/skincare where one of them sit in the other's lap while applying the products?
Lmao him
He will not loose one single chance of having you close while you're making up him
So if you ever want to try something new like a new trend or just something that came up on your mind, he will be the first to volunteer
And if you have an account on any social media to talk about your work, he follows you and comments on every single post
Hyunjin
He's beautiful and he knows it
100% use this as an advantage
Will make eye contact with you all the time being
And will smile to you in the sweetest way possible everytime you are close to his face
Once you were making him up for the s-class mv recording but your hair kept falling in your face
So he just pushed one of the braids off your face and kept smiling and looking at you like it didn't make you malfunction in 30 different ways
Has the audacity to giggle after you're embarrassed
But try to flirt with him and suddenly he is the blushing mess
He is also such a hype man, it's so cute
If he ever publishes a pic of him on insta where you're the one who made his make up, he will praise it on the caption
Han
He didn't even know you existed until he visited Chan while the eldest was doing his make up
He was speechless when he first saw you
And he had a really serious talk with Chan concerning the reason you weren't his make up artist
The next day you were asked to add Han in your list of who you needed to make up
Totally a coincidence, it's not like he begged chan and the management crew to have you as his artist
The moment he gets to talk with you he tries to impress you
Jokes, talent, beauty, anything
If you laugh at at least one joke, his efforts will be payed off and this man is on cloud 9
Felix
You'd probably hate him pt 2.
I'm sorry but he just can't shut up lol
You're applying lipstick on him? Well, he has this urgent gossip to tell you so good luck with that lipstick
You're applying eyeshadow? Unfortunately he cannot keep his eyes closed because that would mean not looking at your eyes, and he has his priorities straight
The list goes on and on
It might be a little tough but! it's so worth it
After you're done he is ready to compliment your job and praise your skills every single time
As he should
You know how some couples match outfits? He'd like to match make up even if you're not on the dating stage yet
And maybe even match hair colour
Seungmin
The most subtle one
And your dream client
He keeps still while you're applying make up, compliments your work and is always so polite
He tries to be the first one you'll make up so after you're done with him, he can follow you around while you make up the others
Will talk to you during the process (and will take advantage of the fact the kids cannot reply because they need to be still) and will even try to help you with organising your products and handing them for you if you let him
Will try to learn a thing or two about make up on his free time because he wants to impress you
If you do artistic make up as well he would love to see your past works
Might even suggest the management to have something like that in future mvs
I.N
Doesn't move
Doesn't blink nor talk
Actually, sometimes he doesn't even breathe so you need to remind him
He will giggle and brush it off but let's be honest
He is so nervous around you
Once you notice it (trust me, you will notice. It's so obvious it hurts) you will try to small talk and this will, slowly, make him relax
Now that you guys are comfortable around each other he will initiate most of the conversations
He talks to you during breaks, he asks your opinion on his outfits and sometimes he also wants you to make him up for casual outings like going to a restaurant
Even after dating, he still gets nervous because of the proximity
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the unfortunate pair: ao’nung x fem! sully! reader
chapter summary:
ao’nung is doing his best to hide his discomfort by someone else getting closer to you, and you’re hiding a couple of secrets yourself 🤭
warnings: cussing, jealousy, the teeniest TINIEST microscopic pinch of possessiveness ever (u can see it if u squint rlly hard)
word count: 3.9k
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | masterlist
“I dare you to say one more thing about my swimming, you pompous ass,” you glared at Ao’nung as he moved through the water with obnoxious ease.
His self-satisfied smirk made you want to vomit. “Challenge accepted,” he cocked his head back to look down at you.
It had been 5 days since you fainted, enough time for you to recover and enough time for you and your family to get acquainted with how things worked around Awa’atlu.
Your family was definitely concerned, your father was on the brink of calling Norm here to check up on you, but you insisted it was a one time thing. After all, it was probably just because you spent so many sickening days on your ikran.
Today Tsireya, Rotxo, and the tall blue frog had taken you and your siblings swimming to get you guys accustomed to the water, but he just wouldn’t leave you alone.
“Your tiny weak tail can barely support your movement, your body is rigid, your hair is all messy,” he went on and on about things that weren’t even related to your swimming, and you were this close to choking him out in front of his sister.
You were all floating in the middle of a reef, Tsireya and Rotxo were helping your siblings swim faster while the blue frog was berating your every move because he didn’t have anything better to do.
As he kept going on about the most minuscule things in your appearance and habits, the corners of your lips turned up as you’d found a way to make him shut up, at least for a little while.
The only good thing about his unabating whining was that it went long enough for you to formulate a good response by the time he finished.
“Your fingers flail around like you’re trying to conjure up a magic spell while you swim,” and as he paused, you’d found your moment to strike.
“Wow, Ao’nung!” you batted your eyelashes, pretending to be appreciative.
“It sure sounds like you’ve been staring at me for a while now. Tell me again why you were paying such obsessively close attention to my every move?” your sweet smile concealed the way your eyes narrowed wickedly, watching him choke on his sentence.
“That’s, that’s not..” he tried to explain himself, but you swam away to your siblings triumphantly, finally having gotten him off your back for at least an hour or two.
“Having fun with your true love, sister?” Lo’ak chirped as you passed him in the water, his smile way too wide to be genuine.
You made a small gagging motion before Tsireya popped out in the water in front of him, and you heard her say softly, “Lo’ak? Did you get that?”
His brain malfunctioned, as he could only stammer out a “Yeah, yeah, I uhm, I got it.”
Your mouth curved into a cheeky smile that mirrored his. “I dunno, are you having fun with yours?” you dipped your head under the water to swim away, and as you did so you saw his submerged hand flip you off, causing your smile to grow wider.
Your twin brother was swimming laps on his own along the surface like a pro, and while he took a break you decided to surprise him. He stopped his motions, taking deep breaths with his back to you.
You snuck up to him carefully, trying to make it seem like you were simply one with the waves underneath the ocean.
“BOO!” you slammed your hands onto his back, and the most laughable, unexpectedly shrill shout came from his mouth.
“Y/N!” he scolded, his voice cracking. “That was,” you laughed in between your words, “That was awesome– Oh my gosh–”
He scowled at you, clearing his throat as he noticed the rest of his siblings and the metkayinans staring at him, also holding in their laughs.
“Bro, you scream like a girl!” Lo’ak yelled. “Yeah, and you like a girl!” Neteyam rolled his eyes, amused by the flush creeping up Lo’ak’s cheeks, him whipping around to see if Tsireya had caught onto that.
Neteyam sighed, looking at you who was still laughing lightly. “To what do I owe this surprise visit from my favourite sister?” he emphasised the word “favourite” as if he was being sarcastic (he totally wasn’t).
“Nothing much. Just wanted to know what you thought of our new home so far.” The words came off bitter on your tongue. You wanted to spit them out and wish them farewell, to never see them again.
He exhaled sharply, “Huh. Well, it’s alright. But I suspect you’re adjusting well, hm?” he gave you a smirk, looking at Ao’nung who was talking to Rotxo behind you.
You turned to look in his direction, observing the pompous ass frog (Ao’nung). Your eyebrows scrunched together, eyes peering at his more relaxed posture.
You could only see the side of his face from here, but it was enough to see the clear difference when he talked to you versus when he talked to literally almost anyone else.
His shoulders were square, posture straight, and he exuded a natural sort of confidence, and not the assface kind. He gestured with his hands while speaking, your own fingers twitching when it dawned on you much larger his hands were.
He maintained eye contact, listening attentively to what Rotxo had to say and nodding or smiling in response. He seemed genuinely interested in what his friend was saying, and your mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to be able to talk to him in the same manner.
You gulped subconsciously before turning around, meeting eyes with a smirking Neteyam. “...He looks like a disfigured frog,” were the words you vomited out.
“Yeah, well you kinda have crushes on the strangest looking people.” he said with a teasing tone, an angry splash of water hitting him in the face right after.
“I do not have a crush on that idiot. He infuriates me!” you continued to vent to Neteyam about the frog’s condescending and foul behaviour the past few days, your frustration spilling out in a torrent of words. your brother only responding in satirical ‘mhm’s, ‘yeah’s, and ‘ok’s.
You were too invested in your ranting to feel the abnormal movement in the water, a small tap on your shoulder making your body freeze. You turned around and there he was, looking at you quizzically with a hint of a smirk on his face. Your brother (that skxawng) let out a low whistle before quickly disappearing into the water, leaving you all by your lonesome.
“I suppose you enjoy talking about me then, little forest imp?” he smugly crossed his arms, enjoying watching you try to regain your composure. “Just shut up,” you huffed before swimming away as fast and as far as your arms and legs could take you.
You had to admit that as annoying as he was, Ao’nung always being there to make fun of you served as good fun for the day. But then again, on days that would have been perfectly fine on their own, he was a little piece of shit.
Today was the day you would learn how to bond with and ride the ilu, something you and Kiri were both equally as excited about.
You stood next to her in the warm light of the day, the beautiful water engulfing your body waist-deep.
Your siblings were all standing (Tuk clutching onto Neteyam like her life depended on it) in a circle around Ao’nung who was clicking his tongue, summoning a few ilu to assist us for the day.
“If you want to live here,” he made it a point to glance at you before saying his next statement, “you have to ride.”
Kiri groaned next to you, and you turned your head confusedly, “What’s up?” She gave you an unsmiling look, something close to pity in her eyes. “It’s nothing, just don't worry about it,” she waved you off, averting her attention to one of the ilu that had caught her eye.
Tsireya tread through the water to stand next to her older brother, using her finger to count the amount of omaticayans and the metkayinans to assign us into pairs.
“Alright, I will decide the pairs if that is okay with all of you?” she looked towards everyone, each person giving her a little nod of agreement.
“Okay!” she smiled. “Neteyam can be with Ao’nung,” you saw Neteyam roll his eyes, Ao’nung turning to look at his sister with accusatory eyes. Tsireya pretended not to notice, simply
“Rotxo can be with Lo’ak,” who both seemed a little downcast at this (clearly they were expecting to be paired with someone else).
“I will help Kiri and Tuk…” Tsireya’s eyes fell on you. “And Y/N can be with Veyä.”
You tilted your head, the name unfamiliar to your ears. Who’s Veyä? I don’t see anyone else here, you thought to yourself as you looked at your twin, but his eyes didn’t meet yours, instead pointed behind you.
You felt a sudden rush of a strange type of warmth as someone's hand landed softly on your bare shoulder, your body tensing in response.
“I apologise, where are my manners?” a female voice sounded from beside you, removing her hand from your shoulder. As you set your gaze upon her, you felt a sudden flutter in your chest. The woman before you was undeniably beautiful, and you found yourself momentarily lost in her captivating features.
She was about Neteyam’s height, maybe a little shorter, and the smile on her face was cheshire-like. Short locks of dark curly hair fell in front of the right side of her face, the left side of her hair woven into tiny braids leading back into a tight ponytail.
“My name is Veyä Te Tiva Iyrr'ite,” she introduced herself, bowing her head slightly, yet her eyes never left yours. “I will help you with your ilu training,” she smiled. Your cheeks grew warm as you summoned the courage to introduce yourself to her.
“My name is Y/N te Suli Neytiri’ite,” as the words left your mouth, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle curve of her lips and the gentle sparkle in her eyes.
However, what you didn’t notice was that a few feet away, a certain disfigured frog tensed up as he watched your interaction with Veyä, his jaw clenching in place when she kissed the back of your hand.
“You know, brother, if you want to be paired with her, you could just say so,” Tsireya giggled from behind him, never seeing this side of her brother before. “No, it’s fine,” he said through gritted teeth.
Veyä clicked her tongue, summoning who you assumed to be the ilu she rode most often.
“Come, Y/N. There is so much I want to show you,” she extended a hand. You took it reluctantly, hoisting yourself up onto the ilu and sitting as comfortably as you could behind her.
She reached behind her back, taking your hands and guiding them around her slender waist. “You’re going to want to hang on tight for this,” she said, you being unable to respond because of the closeness. She took your silence as an ‘i’m ready.’ and you both took off into the sea, another ilu trailing closely behind.
“That was painful to watch, dude.” Lo’ak chimed in behind Ao’nung, slapping his back.
He turned around, eyes shooting daggers into Lo’ak’s soul. He merely shrugged and trudged away in the water, unfazed by the frog’s hostility.
“That’s it, just lean into it,” she offered gentle encouragement and reassurance, her hands pressing firmly on your back to fix your posture as you sat on the ilu. You relaxed under her expert guidance, feeling more confident with each passing moment.
“You got it. Now try going for a spin,” she clapped, an exuberant smile on her face.
You inhaled, here goes nothing. You urged the creature to go, and you took off into the water. Fighting the pressure of the water pushing against your body you leaned forward as Veyä instructed, and you felt the pressure flow around your head, making it much easier for you to see.
You took the time to admire the beauty of the underwater terrain before resurfacing, shaking the water out your hair. The urge to cough appeared in your chest, followed by a sharp pain as Veyä swam to you on her ilu.
You ducked your head behind the head of your ilu; out of her line of sight, coughing uncontrollably. You could taste the unmistakable metallic tang of blood when you closed your mouth, making your heart stop momentarily out of fear.
There was a small dissipating amount of your blood on the surface of the water, the redness contrasting greatly with the deep blue colour of the sea, the sight making your heart race.
“Y/N? Is something the matter?” Veyä asked you. You forced a thin lipped smile, shaking your head.
“No, I was just clearing my throat,” you swallowed, feeling the warm liquid disappear down your throat. Fear gnawed at your heart, but you dismissed it and started a casual conversation with Veyä, asking about what she liked to do in her free time.
The next day, during the point when it was always the hottest, Kiri led you to a little island where your brothers and the three amigos waited.
“Oh wow, how nice of you to finally join us, Y/N!” Lo’ak marvelled in mock surprise, squatting on the rough rocky floor. “We’ve been waiting for like an hour.”
Neteyam flicked his forehead, muttering something along the lines of “you seemed to really enjoy that hour, alone with your girlfriend” before Lo’ak hushed him quickly.
You gave an apologetic look to Tsireya and Rotxo. “Sorry, I was spending time with a friend and I lost track of time,” you said softly, Tsireya and Rotxo assuring you it was no big deal.
Ao’nung snorted next to them, whether he was annoyed or amused you couldn’t decipher. “Yeah right, a ‘friend’” he put his hands up in quotation marks, making you wonder where he learned that from (there were certainly no quotation marks in na’vi).
Anyhow, you gave him your best stfu glare before sitting down in the only vacant spot, which conveniently was right next to Ao’nung.
You felt the warmth of the rock on your legs as Tsireya started to explain how to best breathe, making you feel a little ridiculous as if you hadn’t even been born yet.
Nonetheless, you did as she said.
Inhale through the nose, inflate the stomach, hold, and let go.
“pfft,” the frog watched you, his eyes judging your every move. You took a deep breath in, a fiery flame lighting up in your abdomen as you remembered what Veyä had said to you previously that day.
You blow a breath out before tilting your head in his direction condescendingly. “Ao’nung,” you sigh, giving him a look of sympathy.
“I know that everything I do is captivating, but I’m not sure that I’m ready for a stalker just yet,” you smile sinisterly, watching his nonexistent eyebrows rise, your response unexpected.
The rest of the group ignored you both, either sighing, smiling brightly (Tsireya) or rolling their eyes, not wanting to get involved in your antics. “There they go again,” Neteyam huffed, crossing his arms.
“Captivating? That’s a really strange way to pronounce vomit-inducing,” he lifted his chin up, leaning back to allow his arms to support his upper body.
“Mmm okay, so what? I can’t breathe right or something?” you gave him an eye roll, straightening your back. “Your words, not mine, forest imp.”
“Then teach me, you intolerable shit piñata,” you said, the last words leaving your mouth in english.
Kiri and Lo’ak covered their mouths to keep themselves from bursting out into laughter, your older brother shaking his head but unable to stop the small smirk that crept up onto his face.
Tsireya and Rotxo shrugged, not really caring what you meant. But Ao’nung? Boy, was he dumbfounded.
“What?”
“I said, you’re an intolerable shit piñata.”
“...What is s- ..shi…shit?” he sputtered, struggling to make the word sound how you said it. “You should be more concerned about what a piñata is,” you smiled grimly, taking in a deep breath, imagining an Ao’nung shaped pinata filled with….you know.
“Tell me what it means, Y/N,” he urged you, the smallest hint of desperation in his voice. Your lips parted at hearing him call you your name for once. It was always forest imp or some other crude amalgamate of sloppily stuck together words.
“Well if you’re so desperate,” you turned your body towards him, a fake smile plastered on your face. “Teach me how to do this properly, and then I’ll tell you what it means.”
He paused as if to consider, before giving you a slight nod.
You readied yourself, taking in a deep breath and closing your eyes. The air flowed through your airway, resting in your lungs. “No,” you felt a warm hand press on your stomach, and your breath hitched.
His touch was gentle, yet firm, and the warmth of his palm seeped into your skin, spreading a comforting yet alien sensation throughout your body.
“Try again,” he said softly, the sound of his voice like this running a shiver down your spine. You tried not to make it obvious you were flustered, pursing your lips together.
You inhaled again, your shoulders rising with the inflation of your chest. His hands lifted up from your stomach, one of his fingers grazing your top before they landed on your shoulders.
“Don’t move your shoulders,” his voice was tender, a big difference from his usual sharp tone. “Try again, inflate the stomach and not the chest,” he instructed.
His hands felt like cushy pads on your shoulders, and you struggled to not melt into the strangely comfortable contact. You did as he instructed, feeling your stomach get bigger as you inhaled.
“Good, now hold it for as long as you can,” he said, his hands still on your shoulders for unexplainable reasons.
Neteyam and Lo’ak glowered at your position, the metkayinan boy staring deeply at your face as you kept your eyes shut. “Who does that guy think he is?” Lo’ak hissed silently.
“He’s getting so touchy with her all of a sudden. In front of us, too,” Neteyam agreed, though he had an inkling that Ao’nung knew they were imagining his sudden, violent death.
Kiri sat there unbothered, choosing not to pay any mind to you both and instead imagining the hundred other things she could be doing.
“Lo’ak, focus,” Tsireya clapped her hands in front of Lo’ak to get his attention. “Right, sorry,” he rubbed a hand on the back of his neck, continuing with the breathing exercise.
You felt your lungs burning, finally exhaling to relieve the pain, your eyes adjusting to the light when you finally opened them. “That was….” Ao’nung paused, taking his hands off your shoulders.
They still felt warm.
“It was alright,” he said nonchalantly. “You need more practice though,” he stood up, walking to the shore of the tiny island, clicking to summon his ilu with you looking at him in confusion.
“Well? Are you going to come along or are you just going to stand there and look dumb?”
You quickly got up, hurrying to try and summon an ilu by making similar clicking noises, Ao’nung laughing at your attempt. An ilu got your point, in the end.
He took you to a spot closer to Awa’atlu, a shell in his hands as he floated in front of you in the water.
“I’m going to let this shell sink, and you’re going to take it from the bottom of the sea floor and bring it back up to me,” he explained.
You nodded, not thinking much of the activity. He smirked, dropping the shell into the sea with a plop!
“Okay, go fetch.”
Your eyes narrowed, realising that this wasn’t really an activity suited for two na’vi, but rather a na’vi and their 'companion'.
“You never wanted to help me did you?” you groaned, about to swim away from the assface. The sudden tug of your hand in his stopped you.
He gave you an eye roll. “This is a normal practice, calm down. Adults use it to train younger children. But in your case, you haven’t even been born yet,” he joked, amused by your scowl as you settled down, returning to your former position and shaking his hand off yours.
After submerging his head briefly in the water, he suggested, “On second thought, perhaps we should find a shallower area. This might be too deep for you.”
“I can do it,” you said confidently. You wanted to prove to him you were not to be underestimated.
“Are you sure? It's pretty far.” he says, the tiniest pinch of concern leaving his lips, but you were too focused on taking a deep breath in to notice. Without answering him, you dive into the water, the coolness enveloping you.
You search with your eyes for the shell, using your arms to propel you deeper into the water. And there it is, resting on the bottom of the sea floor, the purple shell glistening in all its glory, practically whispering into your ear for you to save it.
As you descended, you felt the pressure building in your ears, equalising it with a quick pinch of your nose. You made a grab for the purple shell, but as you got closer, you realised that it was just out of reach. You kicked your legs harshly against the water and reached out again, but your lungs started to burn, your vision blurring.
Despite your body's signals screaming at you to resurface, you fought to stay down, desperate to retrieve the shell. You tried again, grasping at empty water, your movements becoming sluggish and your arms feeling heavier by the second.
You felt your consciousness starting to fade, but you pushed on stubbornly, determined to succeed. Eventually, though, your body succumbed to the lack of air, and you passed out in the water, sinking to the bottom, the shell just out of reach.
“Where is she?” Ao’nung muttered to himself, deciding to submerge his head in the water again.
His eyes widened in a panic when he couldn’t see you swimming up to him and without a second thought, he dove down to find you. His eyes landed upon your unconscious body, and he quickly scooped you up in his arms, bringing you up to the surface.
BONUS (wonder what Veyä told reader that spurred her to continue her daily dose of insulting ao'nung instead of ignoring him?):
“Veyä, good morning. Was there a specific reason you called me over here?” you gave her a small smile, sitting on the sand next to her.
“Not really, just wanted to clear up something.” she chuckled a little, head turning to look at you. “Tsireya called me over yesterday to help you with the ilu because she said and I quote, ‘my brother needs to stop being a coward’”
Huh? Huh??????
“Wait so– The sudden intimacy and the kissing the back of my hand thing, that was to make Ao’nung feel jealous?” you asked her, shell shocked.
“Not really, I do that to almost every pretty girl I see,” she winked at you, taking pleasure in seeing your ears flush purple.
“He’s a lucky man, that one.” Veyä stood up, offering you her hand.
“What? We’re not together. We won’t ever be together. Ever. Yuck. I don’t know why everyone keeps thinking that,” you took her hand, pulling yourself up.
“Well then, you might be surprised by what Eywa has planned out for the two of you.”
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | masterlist
P.S I’M EYWA
i wanted to get this out asap so i don’t lose my relevance 💔 and because i wanted to. thank u guys so much for all the love you showed part 1, i hope that this part is just as satisfactory 💗💗💗💗💗 i really did want to make Veyä a more rounded out character rather than just a temporary plot device, but i decided it wouldn’t mesh well with what i had planned for the rest of the story. I hope she made u giggle in your heart at the very least!
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pulling kuroo by the tie.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, kuroo calls you kitten, him being a flirty boyfriend, reader gets revenge by flustering him though, timeskip.
⚠ warning/s: manga spoilers (if you squint).
HEADCANONS
ever since i saw timeskip kuroo in a suit, i knew that i had to write this.
i can imagine that kuroo would walk into your at-home office room with his suit on, about to go to work
not before he gets a kiss and maybe a couple compliments on how good he looks, though.
you're stressed from work and slightly irritated from kuroo's antics, so you pull him by the tie
and bro MALFUNCTIONS ON THE SPOT.
because oh my gosh, did he find that so cute coming from you@?$)(#
SCENARIO
there kuroo was, leaning on the door frame of your office. you didn't even have to look up to know it was him, this was what he does every single day.
"hey kitten, i'm off to work." he says. you nod at him without breaking eye contact with your computer, "mhm, love you." you say, not meaning for it to sound half-hearted.
kuroo smirks, knowing your busy, so he walks over to your desk. "don't i get my kiss?" he reminds. you sigh, standing up to press a quick kiss on his cheek, before sitting right back down on your chair.
"i wanted it to be on the lips." kuroo feigns his morose tone, wanting to tease you a little more. you glare up at him, mumbling a small "whatever." before going back to your work.
kuroo chuckles, "you truly wound me, y/n. it's almost as if you don't love me anymo—" he's cut off by the quick and easy motion of you pulling him down by the tie.
kuroo's eyes were wide. the reaction he expected most from you was just an eye roll and maybe another kiss, but this— his heart was beating obnoxiously loud.
"you're being so annoying, tetsu." you huff before pressing a long kiss on his lips.
when you pull away, you go back to work as if nothing happened while kuroo stands there passively. his tie is smudged, but does he really care? he found what you did just now so cute.
kuroo bothers you a little longer than he should've, asking you where you learned that, and he ends up late for work. nice kill.
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Angst Mtmte Headcanons with Rodimus, Swerve, Tarn, Ratchet? Either human or cybertronain s/o works!
Their s/o and them get back from a fight. Everything’s fine and they’re like celebrating. But little do they know their s/o has been hiding a fatal injury 😈
HII THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH YOUR REQUEST! Sorry this took like a month...anyways this was a very fun ask ngl. But also this is an absolute nightmare for Ratchet in like, every single one of them besides Tarn, my bad. Just stop dying, Y/N
[ cybertronian!reader
CW: angst, death, near-death, injuries, i think you get it
post includes: Rodimus, Tarn, Swerve, and Ratchet]
(can you tell i like this gif?)
RODIMUS
The enemy was defeated, a couple of injured crew members were rushed to the med bay, but all was good now. The danger has passed. Rodimus bore a look of exhausted but relieved contentment, both of you have emerged unscathed from the ordeal.
Except…you held a servo to your side, your face scrunched up when you tried to walk but brushed it off to your lover that you were sore from the fight.
"Do you really think it's a good idea to go without a checkup from Ratchet?" Rodimus asked, his face betraying his concern. "We had one hell of a fight back there, and I don't want you getting hurt and putting that stunning frame of yours in danger," he managed to smile, but the worry was still obvious in his expression.
“I’m fine, just a little sore is all. I’ll just disengage my pain receptors and I’ll be a-okay” you forced a smile.
That you did, but it didn’t stop you from feeling other symptoms besides pain
As soon as his attention was turned away from you, you took your energon-stained servo off your side, revealing an open wound. It was small, and should usually bleed slowly, but this time it threatened to be a big deal—it was connected to one of your main fuel lines. You glanced at the bots celebrating around you, some missing due to attending their friends in the med bay after the fight.
Ratchet had better things to focus his efforts on, and you saw others far worse off than yourself. You clung desperately to the tiny hope that you would still be standing when all the others were healed. Feeling suddenly unsteady, you leaned against the wall for support, your vision beginning to blur. Come on, not now! You willed your legs to move forward as you made your way toward Rodimus and the rest of the bots he was addressing. You’ll last a little longer.
By the time Rodimus notices you’re horribly injured, it's already too late. You're in his arms, the spark inside you weak and flickering as a large amount of your energon leaves a trail from his racing form. He desperately rushes you to the medbay, his servos shaking and trembling as he pleads with Ratchet to save your life. His voice grows louder as he begs for a miracle, primus help you
“You have to help her, you have to help her!”
The light has gone out from your optics, your spark hums quietly. When Ratchet takes your vitals, he gives Rodimus a look. And oh, he knows what that look means.
He’s angry, he’s upset, he rushes to hold you one last time. He should have realized earlier, he should’ve taken you to Ratchet even if you said you were fine. He should’ve.
SWERVE
It was one of those battles where everyone was needed; you and Swerve had to look out for each other. You two weren't the toughest or biggest fighters on your team but hey, by the end, you two managed to help out in some way.
Why not host a small celebration at Swerve’s? Most of the crew was already there, having a drink or chatting. You stayed behind to get checked up by Ratchet but promised Swerve you’d join him soon after.
After the full-fledged battle, you felt dizzy and tired, but you figured it was just due to your extreme exhaustion. Little did you know, there was a malfunction in your inner circuits that had been spreading quickly, rapidly shutting down your functions. If you were well enough to think clearly and logically about the situation at hand, perhaps the malfunction would have horrified you more than it did… However, with the malfunction putting an extra load on your thoughts and movements it became very difficult for you to think straight. You must have been hit by something, but you don’t even remember what.
Ratchet asked if you wanted to call Swerve, but you said no. You didn't want to worry him. But then again, your spark panged at the thought of never seeing him again, of never getting to say goodbye. Time was running out and at this point, all you had left was the ability to message him through your communicator.
The minibot rushed as fast as he could to see you, but when he arrived and saw the state you were in, his spark sank. You were hooked up to all these machines that seemed to be the only thing keeping you alive. But at least you were still conscious, thankfully
“Oh, oh…y/n why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve, we could’ve…why?”
“I didn’t want to worry you.”
“Oh..y/n..” tear coolant(?) comes out of both your optics.
“Nonono wait, can you please hel-” The look on the medic’s face was enough to answer his pleas. There was nothing that could be done anymore.
“Swerve” you muttered, your servo reaching out. “It’s okay.”
The minibot grasped your servo tightly, his desperate grip conveying the understanding that this would be the last time he would have the chance to.
TARN
You knew being alongside the DJD was dangerous, hell, you were dangerous. The team of overly Megatron-obsessed mechs surprisingly had each other's back. You were with Tarn, too. You were basically unstoppable.
So when you felt that shot hit your chassis, and the energon quickly leaking out of your wound, you had no idea what happened. You fell to your knees in front of the deceased Decepticon traitor whom you had just seen fall right before their blast had hit you. You were turned away from your team and their delight as they celebrated his death without any knowledge of what had happened to you. As those behind you laughed and commended each other for their victory
“Did you see how they finished them off? Absolutely cruel.” Your conjunx bragged to the others. His footsteps approached when you didn’t move from your spot. “Y/N?”
Before he had a chance to witness the pool of energon forming in front of you, you quickly whipped your helm around, frantically trying to hide your dizziness by plastering a smile on your face. "Stubborn one, huh? I'll be..I'll be with you in a moment," your words slurred slightly and Tarn took a step closer. “What was that? Are you alright?”
“YES, yes, I’m just… admiring this. You know how I feel about spilled energon”. Your servo tightened on the wound as you pondered if applying enough pressure would speed up the healing process.
Tarn paused for a moment then went to place a servo on your shoulder. “That’s my-” His optics widened when he saw your servo clutched around your wound.
"What happened?" Tarn demanded, dropping to his knees beside you and examining the wound. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you," you replied weakly, trying to hide the pain in your voice. "I thought it was just a graze, but it hurts more than I thought it would."
Tarn's optics softened as he looked at you, his hand moving to gently caress your cheek. "Just a graze…” He scoffed. “You foolish, stubborn bot," he murmured affectionately. "You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to you."
“I’m sorry,” you winced. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks - you were dying and needed medical attention immediately. His spark hurt. Despite it all, he musters up enough courage to pick you up in his arms and take you away to safety, struggling to keep his composure as he does so.
Your optics shut off, and he realized he might need to figure out his last words to you. He clutched his fists.
RATCHET
He would never forgive himself if a fatal injury went unnoticed, especially if you were his patient. And yet, somehow it happened
Many of the crew members were injured, and few needed urgent medical attention but you knew Ratchet would be busy.
Despite his complaints and grumbling, Ratchet had agreed to scan you as soon as he was done tending to his critically-injured patients.
You had a deep slice way too close to your spark, you were bleeding out. You were able to use a medical patch tucked away in your subspace to temporarily stop the bleeding, but it's like applying a bandage to a bullet wound a little too close to the heart.
You realized you may have fucked up when you started to feel lightheaded and your sensors suddenly weren't working so well. You limped your way to the medbay, but didn't manage to make it. You groaned as the energon seeped from underneath the patch, you slid down the wall just a couple steps away from the entrance. The last thing you saw was a blur exit the medbay and run towards you before your optics powered off.
Ratchet’s optics widened when you were carried into the medbay by a bot he had just finished working on. He took off the patch to reveal the fatal wound, he could only stand there as your spark weakly glowed underneath all your inner systems.
Why hadn’t you told him? Why didn’t he make sure? He knew your spark was too weak and wouldn’t make it but he still desperately tried to seal any area where energon was flowing from, occasionally cursing at himself when his servos would be too shaky.
“C'mon, c'mon. Primus, damnit. Don't you dare give up on me now."
He couldn't accept the truth, he held his helm in his servos when your spark completely stopped functioning.
He agreed to have a drink at Swerve’s with you after everyone was healed, just one. And now that moment would never come.
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hey! would you consider making a fic for any bnd member about that bf lipstick trend on tiktok? if it can be so fluffy it's sickening i'd dedacate my wedding vows 2 u 🙈
STAINED LIPS AND CHEEKS
you lazily cuddled up with sungho, scrolling through tik tok together. when you came across a cute lipstick trend, you wanted nothing more than to try it with him!
PAIRING park sungho x fem!reader
WC 0.9k
TAGS established relationship. fluff. lots and lots of kissing!
OMI NOTE hi cutie anon!! i think this lipstick trend is so cute and just imagining sunghos pretty face all marked up adhfksdkafakjhfadf brain malfunction...
when sungho asked you out, he swore to do all of the little things for you. hopelessly in love with the way you rain delicate hands through his hair, the way you fought back sleep during movie nights, everything about you. any sacrifice, big or small, he’d do it in a heartbeat if you asked him to.
he was perfect for you, like key to the lock on your heart. nights like these especially reminded you about how amazing he was.
you both lay cuddled up on the couch, surrounded my fluffy pillows and fuzzy blankets. basking in the warmth of eachother, skin against skin. your fingertips traced the outline of his pretty abs, while you scroll mindlessly on tiktok with the other hand.
sungho watched peacefully from above, grinning at your hushed giggles from tiktoks you found funny. if he could sit and stare at you forever, he’d create the most beautiful portrait (however it wouldn’t compare to your real self at all).
a couple videos and laughs later, you scrolled upon a video of a girl applying lipstick and messing it up. her boyfriends hand came into frame to wipe it off, only to pan to his face covered in kiss marks. you quickly looked up at sungho and held the phone up to his face.
“sungie we should do this!” you beam, thinking about how cute it would be to try.
“anything for you my love, as long as we sleep afterwards, okay? don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.” he strokes your cheek gently.
“deal! i’ll be right back i need to find a good shade!” you scramble away from your portable heat source to grab a color that complimented you nicely.
when you returned, sungho sat criss cross atop the comfy cushions, waiting for you patiently. seeing you running back down the hall excitedly made him fall in love a thousand more times. he’d truly do anything for you.
“i’ll use this one you bought for me on my birthday, it’s one of my favorites.” you told him while waving around the gold case with a colored dot on the top. it was more fancy than you were used to, but sungho was always spoiling you so you promised to use the shit out of it.
“i’m glad you like it, it looks beautiful on you.” he opens his arms out to you and you gladly accept, welcoming yourself into his lap. the scent of laundry detergent still clung to his shirt.
“can we just hug like this forever?” you mumble into the crook of his neck.
“but you wanted to do the trend right? let’s finish up and we can hug all night cutie.” he gives you a smooch on the top of your head.
“you just want me to kiss all over your face, silly.”
“maybe i do, maybe i don’t.”
“okay fine i suppose i can do that since i kind of sort of love you.” you dramatically sighed, taking the cap off the lipstick and applying it to your lips.
he watched you intently as the applicator dragged a creamy pigment over your lips, he wanted to kiss it off of you already. you popped the cap back on once you were finished and set it to the side, bound to get lost in between the couch cushions.
“prepare yourself for the best kisses of your life, sungie.” you promise, cupping his face with both of your hands.
“all of the kisses you give me are the best, what ever do you mean?” he jokes, interrupted by your lips pressing quickly against his.
“just shush and let me do my job.”
you admired him for a second, making sure he didn’t have anything else to say, before you placed soft kisses on his forehead. you trailed down to his cheeks, nose, chin. you could feel his lips pull into a smile the closer you got to his mouth.
after rewarding him with a peck on the lips, you pull away to admire your artwork. by far this sight was the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen. living proof that he was yours, and you were his.
“you look so good sungie, i wanna gatekeep this sight for myself.” you pout your lips, the lipstick fading already.
“how else will everyone know i’m yours, my love?” he pulls you closer into his lap, until he’s almost looking completely up at you.
“that’s true, can’t have any girls looking at you funny. you’re too handsome for your own good.” you grin, taking out your phone and pulling up the sound.
the recording goes according to plan. his hand wiping some of the messed up lipstick from your face, looking at you with so much love that he barely accounts the camera facing towards him. many comments flooded in after you posted it
omg when will i get someone that looks at me like that?!
my fav couple on this app yall are so cute.
you guys look so happy, this trend makes me feel so single!
you leave your phone to collect notifications while you wipe the lipstick of sunghos face with a wet cloth. he was a little hesitant at first, not wanting to get rid of your innocent markings.
“all clean now.” you squeeze his cheeks together cutely.
“you’re so precious love, can i have more kisses to make up for all those ones you washed away?” he puckers up his lips.
“you don’t even have to ask.”
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Journal Entry One [And A Hot Grayson Hawthorne And Xander Being A Good Friend]
Saturday–
Listen.
I am not someone who hates people as soon as I have one conversation with them. (Or maybe I am, but that’s not the point.)
I have never met someone as infuriatingly calm and poised as Grayson Motherfucking Hawthorne.
He’s too perfect, too cold. I imagine his mom gave birth to him after having sex with a very handsome statue.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Charity galas were oftentimes the most boring events.
Though, if you’re being honest, most of these events are boring. It’s just people trying to either one-up each other, or trying to kiss ass.
Or, a secret third option, applicable only if you’re Grayson Hawthorne: watch the show with a cold look and avoid small talk.
Basically, be a statue.
When everyone’s dancing, he’s just standing there, his lips smiling whenever someone comes and talks to him and his eyes bored.
It’s no surprise that you don’t really like him, seeing how there’s no life in that six foot frame covered by the most expensive suits and a glass of whiskey in his hand which he doesn’t sip from.
And meanwhile, you’re dancing. You’re enjoying yourself because you, ma’am, are not a statue.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
I thought, well, maybe he’s lonely and has no friends, how about I talk to him?!
Mistake of the year.
He is hot. But he is also the only guy in the gala, in every gala I’ve attended, who’s made me want to strangle him.
Fuck him.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
So you walked towards him, because maybe, just maybe, he’s lonely, and maybe, just maybe, he has no friends. A rude assumption, but hey, isn’t that how you’re supposed to roll?
You stand beside him, looking at him stare down a couple on the dance floor.
You knew them, yes, but not personally. Just a few quick google searches and a few tabloids and newspapers.
The girl was a living Cinderella story and the boy was her Prince Charming.
Avery Kylie Grambs, and Jameson Hawthorne.
“So…” You began, nudging his side. Your dress is a bit too loose and threatens to slip, but you quickly adjust it with your other hand.
Curse the world. Why were you about to have a wardrobe malfunction while talking to a hot guy?
“Do I know you?” Grayson asked, his eyebrow raised.
Oh gods, his voice. It sounded so seductive that if you were hearing his voice on a movie screen, you would’ve swooned along with every girl (and a few boys) in the theatre.
“Well, not really.” You tell him your name and his eyes gleam in recognition after listening to your last name, and to be honest, you’re a little annoyed that your first name isn’t that “well-known”.
“Is there anything you wanted to speak about?” He asks, and you can see his patience wearing thin.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Like, okay man, you’re hot as fuck. So hot, that I’d kiss you if I was drunk enough. And trust me, I’m a lightweight.
But seriously? You’re so goddamn emotionless that it makes me feel like I’m talking to character ai instead of a living, breathing billionaire.
Maybe you should like, consider buying a nice personality the next time you buy another suit.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
“Oh, nothing important.” You wave a dismissive hand, and, you assume, if he was less of a statue and more of a person, he would’ve rolled his eyes.
“Then, if you’ll excuse me.” He flashes you a polite smile, before pausing and adjoining a ‘miss’ to your last name as an afterthought.
And then, he walks away.
You don’t know what to make of this. Your dress is threatening to expose your cleavage with how loose it is, and it’s strapless on top of that, and the guy who you wanted to talk to, to maybe help throw a little life in his life, just walked away as though being lively is an afterthought, just like how he said your last name.
You feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around to see who it is, a flute of champagne is pushed into your hands.
Xander Hawthorne smiles that smile of his, the kind you can’t describe. You’re sort of like good friends with Xander, seeing how he’s the least stuck-up Hawthorne you’ve met.
The only other one was Grayson Hawthorne, but it’s not like there’s any life in his body.
“I saw you talking to Gray, came over to save you from a dull conversation, then saw how annoyed you looked after he left, and got you some champagne. Man, I deserve a friend-of-the-year award. So, what were you two talking about?”
He has nothing in his hands, but you trust him enough to take a sip of the bubbly champagne before you inevitably fall into a rant about how annoyingly maddening Grayson is.
“Does your brother even live? Like yes, maybe he doesn’t like small talk, and yes, maybe he’s a bad dancer–”
“He’s actually a pro at the tango and the waltz.”
You stare at Xander. “He does not strike me as the type to tango.”
He shrugged. “I don’t look like I make random things on Saturdays, but here I am, making random things on Saturdays.” He frowns, and corrects himself. “Unless I’m at an event, obviously.”
“Obviously. Anyway, does he even wear anything other than custom suits? I get that suits are hot, and your brother is hot–”
“You find my brother hot?” Xander says, a laugh threatening to escape him.
You groan. “Forget I said that.”
“Oh, no. We are not moving past that.”
“Xander, you will shut up, or–”
“Or, what?”
You’re silent.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
I might have also accidentally told Xander that I find Grayson hot.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
You see Xander’s face shift, and gods, do you know that look.
“Xander, no. Whatever you’re planning, no.” You say, but you fear it’s too late.
He taps your shoulder twice, your sign for ‘don’t worry, I got this’, and you have a fair idea of what, exactly, Xander Hawthorne is planning.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
If I was smart, I’d never befriend a Hawthorne and call his brother hot.
Unfortunately, I am not smart.
Now, I don’t know what Xander’s planning, and honestly? I’m scared it has something to do with a certain Grayson Hawthorne.
── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──
Journal Entry Two
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Forever without you
Angst 🌖| Space travel Au 🌕 | Female reader 🩵 | Fluff🌙 | Scenario✨
Tw: Implied death
An: I saw one of those TikToks where people ask couples scenario questions. One of them was if you and your partner were in space with a group of people and your pod malfunctioned and woke you up earlier than planned would you let them (your partner)sleep or would you wake them up? This is inspired by that and that one movie (it has Jennifer Lawrence and Chris Pratt in it). Disclaimer I’ve never seen that movie but I know their pods break while they are on their space journey. I wanted to write something semi-sad for a change of pace. I might turn this into a full fic later but I don’t know yet. Anyways, happy reading.
Genre: Seungcheol x female reader
Theme: Right person not enough time / Lost Love / established relationship
Summary: you and seungcheol are selected to be one of the many couples who get to go to a new planet to start over. However, the trip doesn’t go exactly as planned.
Word count: 1730
“I’m sorry but we don’t seem to have that name on file,” one of the workers tells you as they scroll through the list of names on their tablet.
“that’s impossible the email that I got specifically said to come here and ask for his file by name,” you say sadness and a bit of anger laced in your tone.
Feeling frustrated you let out a deep sigh before checking your phone. You noticed the date March 14th two years to the date since that day, the day your world changed forever. You fiddle with the ring on your left hand. Originally, he had given it to you as an anniversary present. It served as his promise to you.
“Wait here it is Mr. Choi, right? “She asked as she double-checked her screen.
Nodding you confirm and shortly after two men come out of the back with a large box full of his things. You had thanked them before signing for the box and taking it with you back to your apartment. A short cab ride later and you had arrived at the high-rise that you’ve called home since that day. It was supposed to be your new home with Cheol. after all, he had designed it along with the pods that brought you to this place. Stepping into the unit you are greeted by your cat as you remove your shoes and place the box on the table next to you.
After getting settled you place the box on your work desk before switching on the lights and having a seat in front of it. For a while you just stare at the box until a brief, but small meow escapes your cat pulling you back to reality. “I know... I know but it’s been so long and I- I’m not sure if I’m ready.” You tell the furry animal. Soon she begins to paw at the wires under your desk before you take her and move her to her tower in the other room. Placing her on the tower you return back to your office before taking a deep breath and reaching into the box. Your heart begins to race as your hands find an envelope post marked to you. You run your fingers over the writing, His writing before setting it down and continuing.
The next item is an old picture of the two of you. It was of your first official date. You smile as you recall the memory. The two of you had met at a friend’s engagement party and had been inseparable ever since. When Coups had asked you on a date it had been about two weeks after that party, there was a carnival in town, and he couldn’t wait to take you. In fact, you made it a group trip with him and his friends. You guys ended up staying the whole weekend. It was a little unconventional for a first real date, but you grew to cherish the time. Looking at the picture one last time you set it on your desk before reaching back in the box. This time you had come across a few of his hoodies and a few discs. You place the hoodies folded on the other chair next to you before grabbing the discs and setting them on your desk. It had been a long time since you were able to watch anything in disc form. Most forms of media had been preloaded onto a projector so now all you had to do was pick up your remote and press play. After looking at the discs you decide to start with the letter. Opening it you begin to read its contents. : Love, if you’re reading this then that means that something went wrong concerning the pods and I’m not with you right now. Though I can’t be with you physically I want you to know that I’ll always be in your heart and that you’ll always have mine. I’m assuming you got the discs. There should be about 12 or so total depending on what time the malfunction happened that’s if it happened. Everything that you need is on them. Make sure you watch them in order it’s important. I know we had a lot planned together but I want you to know that you will get through this and that I will always be rooting for you. If you need anything the guys are always there so don’t be afraid to reach out to them. Also, don’t be afraid to start over I know it’s gonna be hard at first, but I believe in you. Yours always, Cheol.
Once you finish the letter you wipe your tears and pick up the first of many discs. However, before you can watch it you have to look for your old DVD player. Getting up you make your way into the hallway closet near your living room before digging through a few boxes. Eventually, you locate the DVD player and begin to make your way back to your office. However, before you do you take the chance to change into one of Cheol’s hoodies from the box and a pair of pajama pants before you eventually make your way to your office. Setting the DVD player on the desk you plug it in before you turn off the lights and place the first disc next to it before turning it on. It takes a while to boot up before the familiar logo starts to dance across the screen. Placing the disc in the machine you wait for it to load and soon Coup’s face pops up on the screen. For a moment you contemplate turning it off not sure if you’re ready. Taking a deep breath, you press play, and the video begins. He’s sitting at his desk drawing up what looks like blueprints for something. Soon one of the boys calls his name pulling him from his work. Looking up he offers a small smile to the camera. “Why are you filming me I thought you were supposed to be documenting the project.” He questions amusement in his tone. “Well since you’re the lead engineer on the project and you’re currently working on what will become our beds for the next couple of lightyears. I figured they’d want to see the before stages too.” Vernon chimes.
“Plus, what if she sees this? “He inquires.
“If all goes well, she shouldn’t have to see it.” Coups says reminding his friend. There is a brief moment of silence before another person pipes up.
“Oh, please by time this comes out I wouldn’t be surprised if the two of you were probably be married with kids.” Mingyu half jokes.
“we’ve only been on one date dude.” Coups reveals.
“Yeah, but we’ve all seen the way you two stare at each other. It’s as if one of you is gonna float away or something.” Vernon teases as the two share a laugh. Cheol’s face begins to burn red from the teasing of the younger men. You smile to yourself seeing them all together again as the video continues. When you to met originally it was a Boo’s engagement party though Vernon had been the one to introduce you to Cheol.
Eventually, you two had started dating shortly after that and a few years later his project at work had been approved for launch. Initially, he was so excited about it but as time went on, he began to have a few worries but he tried not to let them show. Also as time went on you two grew closer and closer and eventually you were one of two couples to be chosen to go to this new planet. He explained it as his bosses wanting him to help out with some of the living arrangements and though you were skeptical about it at first eventually you came around. If only you knew then what you know now. Hours passed as you watched all the other videos. In some, he talks about your time together and how nervous he was when you met his parents. In another about the time you were house-sitting for him and Kuma got out. He laughs at the memory now.
Soon, you make it to the last one. At this point, you get up to check on the time and it is well past midnight into the early morning of the next day. As you return to your desk you press play for the finale time that night. This time coups is sitting at the front of the ship staring at the stars. For a while he just sits there in silence occasionally glancing between the sky and the camera. His hair is longer almost past his shoulders but not quite. Turning towards the camera he takes a deep breath before he begins.
“This will be my last vlog.” He states letting the words hang in the air.
“I tried to fix the pod but without the right components it’s basically useless.” He states while rubbing his face out of frustration.
“I know at some point you’ll see this, and I want you to know that I’ll always love you.” He exclaims looking directly into the camera.
In that moment you take in a breath wiping the stray tear that began to fall from your eye with his sleeve. He continues saying his goodbyes to all of his friends and family members leaving instructions for how you are to be taken care of etc. Eventually, you watch as he walks over to the suites and begins to put one on. Making his way to the airlock he gives the camera one last smile before the screen goes black. Once the video ends you sit there soaking in his final words for what feels like forever. Eventually, you manage to pull yourself from your desk and try to get some form of sleep. However, just as you are about to place the discs back into the box your computer dings from the corner of your desk catching your attention. Walking over to it you click on the notification revealing an email. Shocked by its contents you back away from your desk in disbelief before you drop your computer and sit on the floor staring at it. The email reads: Don’t give up on me yet. -Coups
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Sorry to send another ask so soon (and idk if someones asked this already) but if you have any headcanons for Jon I'd love to hear them!
OK SO im really sorry it took me THIS long to get to this i quite literally.. forgot i had smth in my inbox woopsies. the reason i remembered is cause mootie posted some Spine hcs and i was like "woah"
alsooo im not good at putting my thoughts onto "paper" especially in english so you will have to excuse me
anywho my jon headcanons some sad some random /ref
First of all i think that his relationship with Peter Walter I would be far from close. he would be seen as the type of child who's both "too much mess to take care of" and "strong enough to take care of himself" if that makes sense. Peter did love him as his creation but would openly admit that he's not his proudest one, meanwhile Jon wouldn't feel much connection at all. he sympathized with his creator but only in a way he would with any other human being, there was more gratitude than love
Jon struggles with constant malfunctions and his mechanisms are a mess (partially because he gets himself in trouble all the time), so at one point Peter would get tired of fixing him so frequently, and tell him that he can just "walk some things off". That thought stuck to the bot and he would think of all of his malfunctions as slight inconveniences, i mean, he can still perform so why pay attention to the constant neck pain or powering up struggles ? it just became a habit and he kind of forgot that things like that shouldn't be ignored
After a long while when Peter Walter VI grew up enough to start learning more about how automatons work, Jon would be used as a "lab rat" (not really but its just what he himself called it) for young VI to practice fixing mechanisms. thats pretty much when he heard "Wait this cant be right" about his messed up physical state for the first time in a long while. little Peter didnt get to fix all of the things that were wrong with Jon's body, but he did manage to take care of some of them, which almost surprised Jon with how nice it felt to not hear pieces of broken gears rattle in his head every time he moved (who wouldve thunk)
ok now to more lighthearted stuff !!
Jon actually has a very strong bond with Sam ! He loves watching the mustached man work and sometimes follows him around, just enjoying his company. At first Sam thought that the tone-gold automaton was creepy and uncanny, but grew attached to him and his stupidity (/lh). i also think that Sam would be one of the few Walter workers who dont baby the Jon and actually treat him like they would treat any other robot :3
Also Jon just loves his robot family endlessly. shocker !! im not sure how explain it but i think hes the only one to look at other Walter automatons and go "bro i love them so much" at all times. in his head at least. obviously he teases them and argues with them but he wont think twice before accepting a hug from his siblings (except for Upgrade theyre rivals /j)
Speaking of Upgrade !! They feel the most sibling-ish to me (aside from Rabbit & The Spine) because they constantly poke fun at each other yet they still are willing to give each other help and comfort when needed. She once had to carry him all the way back to the Walter manor because they forgot to take some extra cans of crystal pepsi
Also Upgrade got in an accident once which caused her to have a fractured face for a couple of days, and Jon was there the entire time to comfort her and constantly tell her that shes still very pretty
Unlike with other robots, the food that Jon eats doesnt just fall through his uncovered jaw/run into his boiler or anything like this, instead it just. disappears. once he closes his mouth the food just vanishes into the unknown, yet Jon claims that he enjoys the process of "eating" (nobody knows how it works)
LITTLE GIRLS THAT GO TO SPG SHOWS LOVE HIM !! once the band finishes performing, he constantly gets pulled away by a small giggling pink-ish blob to join their tea party or hula hooping contest. thats why he has quite a knowledge on "girly" themes and educates other automatons on the matter
THATS IT FOR NOW TY FOR READING :3
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Prisoner higuruma fic was so wonderful, you’re so talented 🥹🦋 thank u for making my day
I recently saw those long distance couple bracelets that send a buzz signal to your partner’s bracelet whenever you tap on your own
if you have time or inspiration, could u do nanami and reader being exes but still have feelings for each other; reader still wears the bracelet and taps on it thinking nanami would never receive the buzz🥹 (but he doesss)
(and they get back together uwuwuw) 💞
Years of devotion to Nanami had ended in just a few short months. There’s only so many times you could withstand opening your front door to a blood Nanami, stumbling forward with his hand clutched around an open wound. His reassuring words of, “I’ll be home in a little while, dear,” that fell flat every time it took him a little while longer than usual to come home.
“I can’t do this,” your lip quivers, fingers gripping the wooden door as Nanami’s face drops. His fingertips are stained red, eyes tired and sluggish, bleeding out on your doorway yet again.
“I’m sorry, dear, it won’t happen again. It was a rough mission,” he steps forward, shaking his head in disbelief.
You raise a hand into the air, shaking your head, “No. I can’t keep wondering if you’re going to come home alive.”
That was the last conversation you held with him. Every inch of you collapsed from within, watching as he slugged away from your front door. Maybe it was a mistake, you thought, curling up under your sheets. You thought it would be easier to not know if he were dead or alive but you were being eaten alive at the idea that maybe he wasn’t here anymore.
You wrap your hand around your wrist. Years ago, Nanami gifted you a bracelet. With one tap, it would send a small vibration to his bracelet. You never took it off. It felt as if a piece of his soul was forever connected to yours. Surely his bracelet is sitting on his nightstand, covered in dust and unworn. Your finger shakily hovers over the button. You screw your eyes shut, pressing the pad against it. You held your breath, watching in agony. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds.
Your bracelet glows a soft red, pulsing gently on your wrist. You shoot out of bed, fingers numb and mouth dry as you rip the bracelet off of your wrist. Was it a malfunction? Did I miss something?
You throw the bracelet across the room, suddenly queasy. Your phone vibrates on your end table, the photo of the two of you from Christmas one year ago illuminated your screen. You press the answered call against your ear.
“I’m okay, dear.”
You swallow, “Good. I was just… checking.”
“Will you let me inside if I knock? I need to see you.”
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Cuddling Turgon Would Include...
𑁍 Turgon does come off as though he’s an awkward person and it’s not his fault that he can be at times. He’s a walking lamppost with long limbs and has an image to uphold which means being physically affectionate all the time isn’t going to be a thing.
𑁍 Approaching him and asking him to do so would cause him to malfunction. He’d be left standing there with his hands frozen and eyes distant with the vision of you two cuddling.
𑁍 He’s most definitely going to stutter out a response barely forming any coherent sentences with a bright blush on his face. The image of you both intertwined and close makes him short-circuit. The best time to cuddle Turgon is when he’s finished all his paperwork as King, and he needs to relax.
𑁍 Just know that he’s never going to be the person to initiate cuddling, it always needs to be you otherwise he’ll just stare at you for a long period hoping that you get the meaning. Like he’s attempting to mentally link with you (which he can do but forgets?) that he wants to cuddle but ends up looking strange as he stares at you wondering why you weren’t saying ‘yes’.
𑁍 He’s very stiff during this act and is going to take an extremely long time before he relaxes because he’s overthinking everything and believes that he’s going to mess up. he just doesn’t want to appear foolish before you.
𑁍 He’ll lie beside you with both his arms on either side not knowing what to do with them. Does he wrap them around you, does he pat your head, or does he keep them there? He’s never seen any cuddle, only read stories on couples in romance books cuddling. So he’s having a real-life crisis.
𑁍 It will feel as though you’re lying on a washing board from how stiff he comes off. “Love, are you alright?”
𑁍 “Yes.” No, he is absolutely not because you are very close to him, and this was the first time you two were cuddling.
𑁍 When months do pass and he eases into the physical affection, he’ll become a natural to the gesture though he still isn’t going to initiate it. When he isn’t awkward and nervous, cuddling him can be a very soft and loving gesture. Because he’s so tall, it’s easy for you to wrap your limbs around him. In fact, he loves when you do so.
𑁍 Sometimes, cuddling takes place when he’s doing paperwork. You’d just waltz up to him and seat yourself in his lap and cuddle into his chest. He’d have a hand on your back rubbing it up and down soothingly.
𑁍 During this moment, Turgon will use the time to open up and express his vulnerable side, sharing things about himself he is probably embarrassed about. If you baby him when he does this, he’s going to combust, but secretly he’s loving it. During these moments, his voice becomes softer and less deep. It’s soothing and melodic as he softly murmurs his little thoughts and secrets.
𑁍 Being the little spoon was something Turgon never considered, so the first time during his soft moment you initiate him being the small spoon, he went into a panic. It wasn’t until you pulled his larger body into yours and you placed his head on your chest while you wrap your legs around him, he melted. He never thought that being the little spoon could feel so blissful (but only behind locked doors).
𑁍 Once he is behind closed doors, he will become soft and melt into your embrace like a touch-starved puppy. His face nuzzling in your neck, breathing in your scent while his long limbs are lazily entangled with yours. He is careful to not place his weight on your smaller body, too fearful of crushing you.
𑁍 Cuddling is the initiator of tickle fights, and they are 100% of the time started by you. Please be careful. Turgon may not appear to have tickles, but he does, and it would be unpleasant as he wiggles like worm and attempt to escape your grasp, and accidentally struck you.
𑁍 Squeals and giggled can be heard escaping your shared chamber throughout the corridor. The workers would simply smile at their King expressing his joy and happiness. Trust, those squeals are more from him than you. But he eventually turns the game around and chases after you for revenge.
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