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blckbrrybasket · 2 months

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ᯓ★ 𝐒𝐨𝐚𝐩 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

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SFW

- Soap listens to The Northern Boys religiously.

- Soap is a firm believer in gold star stickers. He can and will be bribed with them.

- Soap has the coldest feet known to mankind and constantly puts them on everyone. No one is safe.

- Soap will do something dumb or cheeky and grin at someone until they notice what he did. (Ghost is usually the victim of this)

- Soap jumps up and smacks the door frame even when he can just reach up to tap it. He stumbles more times than not when he does this. (Ghost comes behind him and just raises his arm to hit the frame)

- Soap is an avid apple juice lover, but NEVER eats whole apples. He’ll strictly eat apple slices or drink apple juice.

- Soap mindlessly does the angry mom lips when he’s focused on something or spacing out. He also sticks the tip of his tongue out the corner of his mouth but accidentally bites it.

- At night Soap stretches and sticks his feet out of the blankets then jerks them back because ‘something might touch grab in the night.’ When he was a kid he refused to get off the bed at night so the ‘bed monster’ wouldn’t get him. He stills shuts the lights off and runs to his room.

- Soap turns around all the stuffed animals you own when you’re going to have sex. He also covers their eyes, or where their ears would be, at anything he deems to be unholy. Most the time its when you’re playfully cursing at him.

- Sprawls out on any surface; floor, bed, couch, you name it and his entire body is covering it. Even you. He’s a big guy, perfect to be your blanket! (Please let him be your blanket he gets so happy when you do)

SFW (serious)

- Soap was catholic for a long time as a kid. He had a hard time sitting still during services which led to him getting into trouble often. Nowadays he still labels himself as Catholic but he doesn’t actively practice anymore. He isn’t sure if he can after what he’s done in the battlefield. If Soap took the time to sit down he’d realize he isn’t very religious, but he still wears a cross necklace. He feels like he needs to.

- While he likes keeping things lighthearted he understands the importance of being serious. If you have a problem he jumps on trying to fix it immediately, slipping a joke or two to lighten the mood, but he never undermines your feelings.

- When he gets home from being deployed he needs to take the first day to be near you. If you’re on the bed or couch you will not be getting up for hours. When you do he has his arms around your waist and shuffles after you. Soap is a lot quieter, but is usually closer back to normal the next day. He needs to grow back into being himself at home.

- Soap enjoys being the funny friend but when he slowly realizes to some people that’s all he’ll ever be he hates it. He so badly wants to be seen as a multilayered human being, but he feels that he’ll only be seen as the “funny/impulsive one.” Soap isn’t proud of his impulse issues. It reminds him of his dad.

- Soap is a huge family man. Lots of sisters, close to his mum, yet when his dad left he wasn’t too torn up. There were too many mixed feelings to navigate it. Some nights when he was younger he laid awake loathing his dad for leaving. Other nights he wanted the ideal version of his dad that had once been in his head to be real. No one took the absence easy, but if he said it didn’t bother him still, he’d be lying.

- ADHD. He was undiagnosed as a kid and got into trouble frequently, but when it didn’t go away it became a problem. Eventually he was diagnosed with ADHD and it explained some of it. Soap has trouble navigating with it. He can be too upfront sometimes and has scared off a few people by not picking up on social cues. Soap truly doesn’t mean to and it becomes one of those memories he thinks of late at night, filled with regret. On those nights he longs to be ‘normal’ or adjacent to.

NSFW

- Soap is the easiest to get hard out of 141. He has a high sex drive, but not to the point its overbearing. You want to fuck? He’s always down.

- He’s also the most open to new things. Soap tends to get rough sometimes, but he always knows the line. Anytime he wants to be rough he walks through whats good and not. It’s honestly funny seeing him clasp his hands on his lap all serious like when he asks if he can fuck you rough.

- He craves to hit it raw. This man is the definition of “doggy style, sideways, frontwards, upwards, backwards, upside down, tilted, 69, from the back, 360 degrees no condoms, skin on skin.”

- Give him an inch and he’s running a mile. You mention a toy you want or a kink you want to try out? He’s on it!

- Soap does have a small secret though…and if you request for him to dress up in a pretty lingerie set you’d discover it. The delicate lace straining against his bulging muscles as he squirms to not rip or tear it. Chefs. Kiss. It’s one of the quickest ways to get him to sub. He’s so pretty he doesn’t want to go to waste!

- He’s lowkey nasty - in the way that if your makeup or hair isn’t wrecked he hasn’t done a good enough job. Soap doesn’t care how ‘messy’ you look in his eyes you are as beautiful as ever. When tears of pleasure collect in your eyes he could cum from that alone.

- Have I mentioned yet that he can cum untouched? It’s happened multiple times where you’ve talked a big game only to end up in bed with him shooting ropes of cum across the sheets at you kissing his neck. Don’t worry though, he recovers quickly and has stamina for days. He would never leave you hanging.

- He does aftercare, there’s no way would he wouldn’t, but he also is quick to fall asleep. Once he’s set you up and made sure you’re doing the best you can he’s out. If you turn away for one second you’ll hear snores coming from your side, where he lays on the bed.

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merrybloomwrites · 3 months

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Ants Are Going to Town in My Body

Summary: Your boyfriend Shayne helps you through the roughest night of your period after getting a taste of cramps for himself.

Title taken from the video that inspired this story: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kkn2dc4L7fE

Word Count: 1.7K

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People could easily say that Shayne Topp has golden retriever energy. As his girlfriend of two years, you would completely agree with that statement, and you would say it as the highest compliment.

Shayne is the absolute best boyfriend you’ve ever had. It’s not uncommon for him to surprise you with flowers for no reason. He loves to cook. Sometimes you help him in the kitchen, and other times he kicks you out in order to surprise you with the new recipe he decided to try.

He gets excited to tell you all about the latest book he read or to watch a new movie or show with you. Day trips outside of the city happen a couple times a month, the two of you listening to music during the drive as you enjoy the fresh, non-LA air.

One thing that you found surprising at first is how much he dotes on you. It’s always in subtle ways, nothing overwhelming, but he does little things to show he cares. To show that he knows what you need, deep down.

He always takes care of you when you’re sick, grabbing medicine and making soup to help you feel better. If you’re sad or stressed he’ll go through the feelings with you. People often see him as a class clown type and might assume that he’d just do what he can to cheer you up and make you laugh, but that’s not always the case. He’ll meet you where you’re at. If you need to vent, he’ll listen. If you need to cry, he’ll hold you. He’s one of the most emotionally mature men you’ve ever met, and you can’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world to be able to call him your boyfriend.

He is also super supportive of you each month during your period. He has no problem picking up pads or tampons, not even batting an eye when fans recognize him in the feminine care aisle of the local convenience store.

He’ll make sure that you have pain medicine and a snack to take it with, so it doesn’t upset your stomach. He draws warm baths and makes sure your heating pad is ready for you. When you have cramps in the middle of the night you always go to the couch so that your constant tossing and turning to find a comfortable position won’t wake him. But without fail, he always comes to find you and bring you back to bed.

All that to say, he’s truly a perfect boyfriend. You don’t think it could be better than this. Until one day, he proves you wrong.

It’s day two of your period, and you’ve been curled on the couch since you got home from work. The pain meds haven’t kicked in, nothing is comfortable, and you’re extremely bloated. You’re debating if it’s worth it to drag yourself to the bathroom and take a bath when the front door of your apartment opens.

The very first thing Shayne does is press a kiss to the top of your head. The sweet gesture distracts you from the pain for a moment, but the relief is fleeting.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?” he asks gently.

“Like it would be less painful to slice open my stomach and take out my uterus,” you reply through gritted teeth.

You finally look at him and see the most loving expression on his face. It immediately lightens your mood, and you say, “Sorry, that was a bit dramatic. I just hate waiting for the medicine to work. And I cannot get comfy.”

“I got something that might help,” he says before walking into the kitchen. You miss his presence next to you, but you’re also curious what he has for you. The microwave beeps and he’s crouched in front of the couch again. You look up and see him holding a stuffed rabbit.

“It’s one of those thingies that you can heat up and works like a heating pad. Plus, it’s your favorite animal so, I dunno, I thought it was cute.”

He hands it to you, and you place it on your belly, sighing at the immediate relief. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

“Of course, babe. I also have ingredients for your favorite meal so I’m gonna wash up and start making that, okay?”

You nod and smile, and he leans in to place a soft kiss to your lips. You’re comforted by the sounds of him preparing dinner in the next room and by the time the food is ready you’re finally feeling better.

“So, how was work today?” you ask as you dig into the delicious meal he prepared. You’d been too nauseas to eat lunch earlier, and you suddenly realize how starving you are.

“It was good, recorded a podcast, a reddit reacts and a challenge pit,” he replies.

“Busy day. What were the challenges?”

“Uh, it was a fun one. I’m gonna let it be a surprise for you when it comes out,” he says with a laugh. “How were the pups today?” he asks in reference to your job as a service dog trainer.

You tell him about the new dog that you’ve started working with as you both finish eating. Once you’re done you try to bring the plates to the kitchen. Since Shayne cooked you plan to do the cleanup, but he stops you before you can even stand. “I’ve got it babe, why don’t you choose a movie for us to watch tonight?”

You again wonder how you got so lucky to have someone who takes care of you and does so with a smile on his face. There’s a new documentary you’d both been wanting to watch so you pull it up and grab a blanket while you wait for him.

He joins you a few minutes later and hands you a bag of your favorite chocolates. You know that you didn’t have any in the apartment, meaning he’d picked them up for you. The kind gesture brings tears to your eyes, and you internally curse the hormones that make you more emotional than normal.

Shayne doesn’t comment on the crying, knowing that it sometimes makes you uncomfortable when he points it out. Instead, he just wraps his arm around you, pulls you in to cuddle against his chest, and presses play on the documentary.

His free hand moves to your belly, massaging and giving the type of pressure that always helps with your cramps. Even though they’re not bothering you right now, you appreciate how well he knows you and how he’s doing everything he can to make sure you’re as comfortable as possible.

For the next hour and a half, the documentary plays. You’re only half paying attention to it. The rest of your brain is focused on your wonderful boyfriend, who knows exactly how to take care of you. There’s no expectation, he doesn’t want anything in return. He just wants to make sure he’s doing everything he can to make you feel better.

The credits start rolling and Shayne turns off the TV before getting off the couch and reaching out to help you stand as well. The two of you get ready for bed side by side in the bathroom and you burrow under the covers.

It takes a couple of minutes for Shayne to join you, and you assume he’s checking that the door is locked as he does every night. But when he comes into the bedroom, you see he’s carrying the new bunny he got you. It’s warm, and smells of lavender, and you know he heated it for you in the microwave before coming to bed.

You place it against your belly and Shayne gets under the covers, spooning you from behind. He places a kiss to the back of your neck and murmurs “I love you” against your skin.

“I love you too,” you reply, and fall asleep.

You wake in the middle of the night, your cramps coming back, so you quietly slide out of bed and walk into the kitchen. You find a snack already left out for you nearly cry again at how well Shayne takes care of you. After eating the food, you take more pain medicine and reheat the bunny. You notice a vase of flowers on the counter that weren’t there yesterday and immediately realize that Shayne must have picked them up along with the chocolates and the new stuffed animal.

Just as the microwave is about to finish you feel hands wrap around your waist.

“You okay?” Shayne asks, his voice groggy from sleep.

“I’m okay. Thank you. For the snack. And for the bunny. You truly are the best,” you say as you turn in his arms to press a kiss to his lips.

You grab the stuffed animal and lead Shayne back to bed. It takes half an hour for the pain medicine to kick in, and he rubs your back the entire time.

The next day is better, your cramps and bloating subsiding. But you can’t forget how well Shayne took care of you through the worst of it. He never diminishes your emotions or belittles the pain you feel.

A couple weeks later you get home from work and open YouTube to relax a bit before starting dinner prep. You see the new Smosh challenge pit video titled “Period Cramp Simulator Challenge” and you immediately start to watch it. The video begins with the rubber band chicken challenge which has you in tears with how hilariously ridiculous it is.

And then comes the period cramp simulator. You notice the outfit Shayne is wearing while he practically fights for his life experiencing cramps for the first time. Suddenly, his actions on day two of your last period make sense. Because that was absolutely the day they shot that video. He got a taste of what you experience every month and went even further in his need to take care of you. And for that reason, this video makes you fall even further in love with your boyfriend.

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Thanks for reading! If you have any Shayne Topp story requests let me know!

#Shayne topp #shayne topp x reader

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muniimyg · 7 months

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ALONE TOGETHER // MYG

you’ll always be his first choice

yoongi spends too much time convincing you to not be anyone’s second choice all the while he remains yours

pairing: (protective) best friend yoongi + oc

au/genre:

best friends to ???

crush au

fluff, slight, one-sided pining

warnings:

mentions of cheating

explicit language

feelings of being second choice

note: originally posted on @/meowachi ,, revised !!

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There’s an unfamiliar tension that invades the space between you and him.

You’re fidgeting with your hands, trying your best to avoid eye contact. He’s here. Of course, he is. It’d be much more unlike him to not be. Yet, he stays silent, unable to pick a thought to express first.

You’re sitting on the edge of your bed as he stands, leaning against your door frame. You can’t really make out what his facial expression is, but there is a weight of disappointment that presses your heart. It all feels too heavy—all too real. It didn’t need to be like this but the days of your avoidance fell in vain as the recently confirmed rumours exposed every bit of privacy you’ve been trying to keep.

“Yoongi—“

“Don’t.”

He exhales heavily and takes a step forward. “I.. I should’ve known better. I should’ve been here earlier.. I could have been. If you let me, you know?” Yoongi gives you a puzzled look. It was as if he was offended at your lack of needing him. “... And that’s the part where I’m confused.. Why didn’t you call me?”

He makes the move first.

He sits next to you and places his hand on top of yours causing your fidgeting to stop. You look up and him and he feels like he was just punched in the stomach. Perhaps it was your tired expression and your dull eyes—whatever it was; it hurt to see you look the way you do now.

You move your hand away and shrug. “Does it matter? You’re here now.” You say in an attempt to lighten the mood. He glares at you, refusing to give in to your words. A moment of silence falls upon you two again.

“So.. How is he?” you ask Yoongi. Instantly, he groans in frustration.

Are you serious? Were you always this annoying?

“Jimin dumps you for the girl he told you not to worry about… And you’re asking if he’s okay?” Yoongi’s words feel like salt being rubbed into your open wounds. “Not to mention that he practically cheated on you.”

You look at him with a soft smile but no words come out of your mouth. What was there to say? It already happened. Were you supposed to beg Jimin to stay with you? How could you live with yourself, fully knowing you’re the second choice? How could you continue to love him truly if his wandering eyes never glance your way?

Jimin’s mistreatment towards you almost feels like a joke. Everyone had warned him not to fuck up. Everyone warned you to keep your guard up. It was just the nature of him and the fate for you. Now, here is your best friend in the entire world; incredibly angry for you. He barged into your apartment to be some sort of damage control.

The thing is; no part of you wants to admit how bad it really burns inside. You struggle to swallow your pride. But it is hard. It’s so fucking hard when you feel pathetic and useless. There’s no way you’d want to mix desperate in there.

It was your pride that stopped you from calling Yoongi. He was right and it was too embarrassing to cry over someone he had told you not to give the time of day. On the contrary, you still believe Jimin was a good boyfriend—a great one even! However, he had a life and impulsive decisions that contradicted his promises to you. You didn’t expect commitment or an incredibly long relationship with him, but you did expect honesty..

And perhaps, honesty is what he gave when he dumped you.

“He’s fucking amazing. He’s Jimin. Nothing really brings him down even if it’s his own bullshit,” Yoongi pauses and wonders if he should stop here. Should say the next part? He’s afraid they could possibly change your feelings. Could it? If it does.. Would it be for the better or worse?

“He asked about you, though.” Yoongi pauses, almost instantly regretting to speak up about this. maybe he should brush it off and leave it be.. This was his chance to protect you in a way.. Then, your eyes light up. Your eyes always light up this way whenever you have feelings for someone. It’s an observation Yoongi took the time to note.

Putting his feelings aside, he dismisses his hesitation and fixates on your happiness.

He should tell you. He has to tell you.

“He asked about you.. First. That’s how I found out.. He told me.” Yoongi confesses.

Now he feels sick.

He feels like he’s giving you false hope and making Jimin look humane when he’s such a villain.

Fucking shit does Yoongi really want you to hate Jimin.

Even if it was for a split second, he wants you to take a moment and feel a fraction of the rage he feels towards Jimin. His frustration, anger, and resentment should be yours. Yet, you’re you. You aren’t the type to get angry and regretful. You love what comes along and wish for the best when it’s time to let go. Rarely do you fall apart and therefore rarely do you need Yoongi.

He hates that.

“Did you hit him?” you ask softly, trying your best to mask your concern. You wish for a no. You wish for an answer that won’t make you feel like you’d have to choose between the two. “... You shouldn’t hit your friends.”

The corner of Yoongi’s mouth twitches.

“No,” he chuckles as you let out a relieved breath. “I didn’t hit him. Was about to… But I thought about it. Mid-swing, I realize you’d probably be madder at me than him.”

See, Yoongi has always been the nonchalant type. No one doubts how far his anger could drive him. Fortunately for everyone, he is a patient man. Nevertheless, his patience has a bad habit of fracturing whenever it comes to you. He always been protective of you. As for you; you expect better from him. You know he’s better than hateful actions.

“Jimin told me you said you wanted space… He thought you told me.. That’s why he brought it up. Then, when he realized I didn’t know—he went full defense mode.”

You sigh. “Keep me updated, yeah? Jimin is still a good guy. He is still your friend.”

“Not a very good one if he’s fucking my best friend over.” Yoongi snaps. “You need to stop letting yourself be treated so poorly.”

You laugh. “Noted.”

For a moment, you two are okay. For a moment, Yoongi isn’t pissed and you aren’t hurt. You sink into the cozy feeling and decide to carry the conversation into a different direction. “Anyways, how are you?”

“No,” Yoongi says sternly. “___, we’re not doing that. I’m here for you. You’ve been avoiding me. You’ve been cheated on and—“

“Yoongi, I know what happened to me. It’s clear that you do too. We’ve established it so you don’t need to repeat it,” you snap. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

He groans at you.

In response, you throw your hands in the air and roll your eyes at him. “See? this is why I didn’t call you. God, I knew you’d do this.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes, shakes his head, and almost laughs at you. “Do what? Worry about you? That’s kind of what a friend is for. This is called a friendship. Me communicating and trying to protect you—this is shit men do. Something Jimin—“

“Stop it. He did communicate. I just wasn’t his choice. End of story.”

“And that’s the dumbest bullshit he could ever pull. I mean, how could anyone not choose you?”

“To each their own.”

“Fuck that and fuck him,” Yoongi scoffs. “I choose you.”

Your eyes widen and so does his when he realizes the words that fell out of his mouth. What happens now? It’s such an odd thing to say, no? Yoongi has never said anything like this to you before. When you look at him, you see his gaze had softened and even if there was a slightly panicked look on his face… There was also an underlying sense of relief.

It’s as if he had confessed a secret.

You brush it off. Clearing your throat, you ask him; “A-are you done? Because I’m, uh, n-not in the mood for this. I don’t need you to—“

“To what? I didn’t come here to say ‘I told you so,’ ___. Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Then why are you here?” you huff, beginning to feel more and more defeated. “Just go, Yoongi. I want to be alone.”

“We can be alone together.”

It’s then when you look up at him, eyes watering and feelings on the edge of a cliff. You take a deep breath. Holy shit, you’re so tired of this. You stand up but he catches your hand and pulls your body into his embrace. Before you can protest, he holds you tighter.

“It’s me, ___. It’s us.” he comforts you. “Fall apart or go numb, whatever. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Unsure of what stirs in you—perhaps it’s the days worth of holding everything in—but tears begin to fall from your eyes. Your inhale is cut short and disrupted by a hitch and the ache in your chest. It takes over. It practically consumes you the moment you let it.

“I hate how you can j-just—how y-you can get me like this,” you cry, poking his chest passive-aggressively. Soon, your hands form a fist and you’re beginning to hit his chest as light cries escape your lips. As predicted, the louder you begin to break, the slower and lighter you hit him. When you come to a stop, he places his hands on top of yours. “I hate you,” you mumble.

He hushes you and holds you as you begin to tremble.

Yoongi moves the two of you into your bed. He wraps his arms around you as you cuddle up to him while you continue to cry. His sweet nothings calm your cries. He holds you tighter to calm you. His hands are placed patting the top of your head or rubbing your back. While he does all this, Yoongi wonders what it would be like to hold you in a totally opposite situation.

One where you’re happy and hung up on him. One where you don’t feel like shit and he’s just trying his best not to cross any lines.

After a while, you finally calm down. His arms and wrist felt a little numb, but it was worth it. He tucks his chin to take a peek at your state. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is a little red from the crying… But you look relieved. You look like you could rest tonight and if he’s not mistaken, you also look a little sleepy. The truth is; you just feel safe.

He does this so well. He holds you better than Jimin.

“I wanted to face it alone and deal with it.. Pretend like it didn’t matter and that I could handle it..” you say, eyes slowly fluttering closed. Your voice gets softer and sleepier. He hushes you, promising that you don’t need to explain yourself. “No, because… It’s like whatever I do.. I just feel so alone. I figured there was no point in calling you because honestly… I still feel empty with you here, Yoon. What do we do about that?”

He wishes he had an answer. Yoongi wishes he could find the perfect words for you and form some sort of metaphor that could change your perspective on everything. He should’ve majored in English Lit or something.

Although, he can’t say he’s not surprised or offended by how blunt you are. He knows you’re all about transparency. It’s probably why you’re still a little hung up on Jimin: he came clean. He had an honest conversation with you, which only complicated your feelings for him even more. Now, the issue wouldn’t just be on how you’d have to learn to unlove Jimin, rather it would have to do with your new perspective on honesty and trust.

Is honesty really worth it? Is it really that good? From the looks of it; maybe some things are better left in the dark.

Yoongi knows it’ll take time for you to adjust to the pain, but a big part of him wishes you could let him in more. After all, you can’t heal what you won’t touch, right?

So he lies there, wondering to himself when could he ever be enough for you. It confused him how you still felt alone when he was giving his all to be here with you. How much closer did he have to be to get to your heart?

Your face is buried into the crook of his neck. Your makeup was smudging over his shirt and his arms had already given out from holding you for so long still, he stays. He doesn’t dare move or feel the need to complain. This is what he gets—pieces of you that others leave behind.

No part of him gets it.

Yoongi will forever wonder why he’s the one who’s left to help you clean up when you could be with him and never need to feel like this. Don’t you know that you don’t need to be in a position of loving someone who gives you up like you’re a choice? Like you’re an option?

To Yoongi, there’s no choice when it comes to you.

That’s what he has learned from being friends with you all these years. The irony is that he'll spend hours unending trying to convince you that being a second choice isn't worth it.

Yet, that's what he is to you.

The worst part is that even if he had a choice, he’d still choose to be in love with you.

What do we do about that?

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masn-mount · 10 months

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hiii what about a fic where Jude and you have broken up, him being the one to do it and one night he comes to you to talk or something and he sees you all dressed up ready to go out and you can take it from there. xx

thank you for your request anon! the ending is a little rushed because I wanted to post it before a trip I'm going on! I hope you like it and please let me know what you guys think. xx

warnings: swearing, a lil bit of angst, fluff,

words: 3,4k

The back and forth pacing wasn’t doing Jude any favor.

It was making him more nervous and the longer he looked at the few stairs leading to your front door the more his head was telling him to turn around and leave.

You had ignored his calls and left his texts on read.

It upset Jude even if he didn't have any reason to think you would want to talk to him. He was the one who ended your relationship and left you heartbroken.

Six months ago you had travelled to Germany to visit him and when the weekend came to an end you were sat on his bed listening to him tell you that he ‘couldn’t do this anymore’, he had way too much on his mind and his new career decision was making it difficult for him to focus on anything else.

You were left speechless.

There had been no fight or any clues telling you that he no longer wanted to be with you. He hadn’t been distant or pulled away from you physically or emotionally so you tried telling him that if he truly loved you as much as he told you he did earlier that day then you could make it work but nothing you were saying was getting through to him.

That night you collected your things scattered around his apartment before leaving early the next morning and you didn’t cry until you got into your taxi and ‘someone like you’ by Adele started playing through the speakers.

It was like the universe was playing a prank on you.

Jude wasn’t sure when he had collected himself but after taking a few deep breaths and thinking back to the pep talk his brother had given him he walked up the stairs and pressed his knuckles to the door. He knocked three times before taking a small step back and like a coward he hoped you weren’t home even if he could see the light in the hall and your bedroom on. “Hi, I’m just going t-, Jude?”

You stood before him with your mouth slightly agape, unsure of what to say and all Jude wanted to do was leave because the last thing he expected to see was you standing before him in a black dress that hugged your figure so perfectly. Your lips were coated in a red lipstick and you were in the process of putting on a pair of gold hoop earrings when he had interrupted you. "What are you doing here?"

"Want t-, need to talk to you and you weren't answering my calls or texts so I just came here." He looked shy and embarrassed as he stood before you in a simple white shirt and grey joggers and all you could think about was how good he looked. He was undeniably the most attractive boy you had ever seen and somehow he had managed to get even more handsome in the few months you hadn’t seen him.

“You came here from Spain?”

“I went to visit family too but yeah, pretty much.” Jude knew you were getting ready for a date. The perfume you were wearing gave you away because it was the one you always wore on date night's. It was selfish of him to feel jealous and slightly angry at the thought of someone else taking you out, making you smile and possibly taking you home after but he couldn’t shake the feeling away. “You’re going on a date.” It wasn’t a question, just a simple statement.

You shrug before nodding, “yeah, just a guy I met at the gym. I guess he thought I looked pretty all sweaty and wanted to take me out,” you were trying to lighten up the mood a little because the way Jude was looking at you was making you nervous and you hated how he still had that affect on you. “It’s really casual still.”

“I didn’t want to know.” Jude regretted snapping, it wasn’t like him and he never wanted to talk to you that way but the whole situation was doing his head in.

You purse your lips, dropping your hands to your sides after finally putting your earrings on. “Right, so why are you here?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap.” You felt a little guilty about the whole situation even if you had no reason to. You had every right to go out and see other people after sulking for months but if the roles were reversed you know you'd feel upset too.

Your friends had tried to set you up with their friends and coworkers for months but you always said no until three days ago when Alex asked you out for dinner. You had seen him at the gym many times. He was nice and you shared some good conversations so when he asked you out for dinner you said yes because you couldn't sit around and wait for your feelings for Jude to just go away one day because you knew they wouldn't.

You look up at Jude, frown on your face to see him avoiding looking at you, his own brown eyes set on the wall where a picture of the two of you used to sit. “Yeah, that wasn’t fair.”

“I haven’t even looked at another girl yet.” It was a cheap shot and he’s not sure why he said it but it was true. Just like your friends, his own had tried to set him up with different girls but he always said no.

When he finally looked at you he could tell you were trying to keep your composure, trying to not go off on him even if it was exactly what he deserved for you to do.

"What you do is no longer my concern just like what I do isn't yours." You take a deep breath before looking at him, "you are the one who broke up with me out of nowhere and completely blindsided me." It was difficult for you to keep it together, to not cry but you wanted him to understand even if he was shaking his head the entire time you spoke. "You made it clear that you don't love me so I can't just sit around and wait for you, Jude."

“I never said I don’t love you.”

"You didn't have to." You awkwardly cough when Jude doesn't speak, repedetly blinking so you'd keep the tears you knew were approaching at bay. "My date's going to be here any moment."

"Bab-, y/n, don't go, please." His voice cracks at the end of his sentence. "I just want to talk, please stay and let's do that, yeah?"

"I can't do that, you know I can't," and just when Jude is about to tell you that he never stopped loving you for even a second he hears a cough behind him and he doesn't need to turn around to know that it's your date.

"Hope I'm not interrupting," Alex walks past Jude like he's not even there and leans in to kiss your cheek before standing up straight and giving the boy in front of him a once over. A little laugh escapes his mouth before he speaks. "If it isn't Jude Bellingham! I'm a huge fan, mate." You're standing biting your lip and Jude wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or punch the smug bastard in the face but in the moment he settles for shaking Alex's outstretched hand and without another word he turns around and walks away because fuck, that had not gone how he had hoped.

You’re not entirely sure if you’re awake or in a dream when you hear knocks against your front door.

You bury your head under your covers as you try to ignore the sound coming from downstairs but when another knock is heard you groan before getting out of bed and in your half sleepy state you make it down the stairs and to your front door. A quick look into the peep hole confirms your suspicions that Jude was the one disturbing your much needed sleep.

“Need to tell that twat from earlier that I’m not his mate.”

“Jude!" You shriek when he walks past you.

He stumbles a little before sitting down on the ground when you ask him to take off his shoes before he steps on your carpet. "Have you completely gone and lost your mind? You can't just show up here at almost three in the morning!"

“You didn't answer your phone, you never do."

“I was sleeping!” Your eyes are bewildered and when Jude finally properly looks at you he can't focus on a single word you're saying or how angry you look as your arms move around you with every word you speak because all he can focus on is the black and yellow Dortmund shirt you're wearing. The fact that you had kept it made him happy and knowing that you wore it to bed made him feel all warm inside before it hit him that he wouldn't get to see you proudly wear his new teams jersey.

"My shirt?"

You shake your head before a tiny smile tugs at your lips, "no, I got it from Gio." You didn't realize just how much you had missed hearing him laugh until that moment. "I'm being serious tho, Jude, you can't just show up here this late." You help him up and to your livingroom before hurrying to your kitchen so you can fill up a glass of water for him.

"Please, drink this." He does as you ask and after putting the glass on the table he leans forward and rests his head on your chest, telling you that he just needs a cuddle and when you don't push him away you feel him smile against your neck.

"I know you hate when I'm drunk."

“I do.”

"Your date," he mumbles against your neck, "was he nice? did he pull out your chair and all that."

You laugh, "it was a shit date." You had nothing in common with Alex and even if he had come across as a nice guy when you had met him he was a total different person at dinner. You didn't mind confidence in a guy but he had been arrogant all night and borderline rude when you had told him you wanted to go home and not back to his place.

Jude can't deny that he feels happy that your date had been bad, happy that you probably wouldn't see Alex again but he also felt a little guilty because maybe the reason why you hadn't enjoyed your night was because he had showed up just before and ruined it for you. "M'sorry."

"You're not," you shake your head with a breathy laugh and when he giggles against your neck you suddenly feel overwhelmed and don't realize that small tears had gathered on your waterline until your blink and a few of them escape and fall down your cheeks. "You can't just show up here like this anymore."

"You've said that already but you won't tell me why," you just shake your head and when he presses his lips against the skin of your neck you just close your eyes because you can't find strength to push him away. "It's so fucking hard to not have you and hearing you say tha-, that you think I don't love you it hurt me and it wasn't fair because I love you so much."

"It wasn't fair making me feel that way either." Your tears are falling freely now and Jude looks up when he feels one land on his knuckles even if the crack in your voice already gave away that you were crying.

"Please, don’t cry, hate seeing you cry.”

"I know."

"I never ended things because I stopped loving you," he was starting to sound like a broken record but he needed you to understand that his feelings for you had never changed. "I know it sounds like the worst excuse ever, 'oh it wasn't you it was me' but it's the truth," a light shiver runs down your back when you feel his hand slip under your shirt, his fingers move across the skin of your back and it's almost like Jude doesn't even notice that he's doing it. "All of these incredible things are happening and when I'm in bed at night all I can think about is how I wish you were there with me and I wish I would have asked you to just pack your bags and come with me but at the time it felt so selfish to ask that of you because I felt like I let you down."

You frown at him followed by a light shake of your head, "you could never let me down."

"I promised you that I was coming back to play in England."

You just give him a sad smile, "plans change and if anything you deciding to challenge yourself again by going to another country only made me feel prouder, not many nineteen year olds have the belief and confidence to do what you've done."

"I just wanted the best for you."

"You gave me everything I wanted, Jude."

“Did I really?”

“Yes!” Your eyebrows are furrowed and lips parted, not quite understanding his reasoning because you had never given him a reason to think you weren't happy or that you needed more from him. The moment he had told you that he had made the decision on his future and that he had picked going to Spain you had been ready to move with him, all you ever needed was for him to ask but he never did.

"What?"

"You would have moved to Spain?"

"I-," you feel your cheeks heat up because you hadn't meant to say those words out loud, "yeah, I would have."

"I'm such a fucking idiot."

"Yeah, you are," you smile a little and he just shakes his head, "I don't want you running around in the streets at this time so you can stay here if you want."

"Here as in?"

"On this perfectly fine sofa."

"I can't sleep here!"

"Sure you can," you laugh a little at how offended he looks.

"It's cold."

"I can bring you an extra blanket."

"Babe, don't be ridiculous."

Your knew you wouldn't be able to sleep by yourself knowing he was in your house but you enjoyed teasing him. "You're actually a child," you stood up, removing yourself from his hold and walk up the stairs with Jude following closely behind and when you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, he walks into your room and sits on your bed. He notices that besides your curtains not much had changed in you room. "Okay, just stay on your side of the bed."

"My side, yeah?" You tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear before crossing your arms over your chest and all Jude can focus on is how your shirt rides up and exposes even more of your thighs.

"Do you need anything before we sleep?"

"A kiss."

"You're really going to push all my buttons aren't you?"

"Speaking of buttons, can you help me undo mine? they're way too small." You want to tell him no but before you can you're already walking the short distance to where he's sitting. You stand between his legs, foot hitting into his shin when his hands move to the backs of your thighs, he gives you a lazy smile before he pulls his hands away and leans back on them. "I can't help it, you're so fuc-,"

"Don't be cheeky," you're trying to focus on the buttons of his black shirt but they were indeed small and the way he was looking at you was making it difficult for you to even think but after what felt like hours you managed to undo the shirt and with a pat to his now bare chest you walked around him and got under the covers.

You had more of his old shirts in your wardrobe but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing you'd kept more than the one you were wearing.

You could feel the bed moving for a few seconds before Jude got comfortable. You stay still for a few minutes, back against him and you think that maybe he's fallen asleep but just as you're about to turn around you feel him move closer before his arm wraps around your waist, his face so close that you can feel his lips against the top of your head. Your whole body goes stiff before he mumbles for you to just relax against the top of your head and when he places his hand over yours and let's his thumb stroke over your skin you feel yourself melt into him.

"I just want to hold you. I missed you so much, so fucking much." You just nod, "I'll do anything to fix this, if you let me," he pulls you a little closer even if you didn't think it was possible. "I've wanted to come here so many times but I was a coward and called instead because deep down I knew you wouldn't answer so that would mean you wouldn't end the small hope I had that I could have you again." Jude could feel his eyes starting to feel heavy with sleep and he wasn't sure if you were still awake but when you squeeze his hand a little before turning in his arms he feels like his heart might beat out of his chest when you lean in and press a light kiss to his cheek.

When you pull back the tip of Jude's nose nudges your cheek as his face moves closer to you, you process what he's about to do and you let your head fall on his pillow to avoid his kiss, his lips fall on your cheek instead and you feel him smile against your skin, he let's out a chuckle before his head drops to your shoulder. Your hand moved to his back so you can lightly skratch it with your nails.

"Sorry, just got carried away," Jude felt overwhelmed being so close to you again because it felt so normal, almost like nothing had changed. "Just felt right," he said, you could barely make out what he was saying from how he was speaking against your neck.

"I know," you whisper because you felt the same and by that point you realize that you're completely gone for him, maybe you always were. You thought of him daily and when he would call you wanted to answer but just like him you were afraid that it would lead to that true closure neither of you had and you didn't want that. You never stopped checking up on him through your mutual friends, always asking them how he was and you never missed a single one of his games.

After a minute of silence, Jude speaks, "do you miss us?" He had wrapped his arm around you again, his chin resting on top of your head as he spoke, "do you miss me?"

"All the time," he rests his head against the pillow when you answer his question, eyes directly on you as he brushes his knuckles down your cheek before grabbing your jaw, eyes moving down to where his thumb was running over your lower lips. You know you won't be able to deny him again so instead of waiting for him it's you who leans in, capturing his lips with your own. Jude's fingers continue stroking over your cheeks as he pushes closer to you, trapping your body underneath his own.

His lips are just as soft as you remembered them.

He let's his tongue swipe across your bottom lip before sucking lightly onto it and you can't help but moan at the feeling which makes Jude smile against your lips. He leans his head back for a second, he nudges your nose with his own before leaning back in and it feels like you've kissed for hours when you pull away. Your eyes are closed, head still leaning back on the pillow when you speak, "I was meant to be stronger than this," you giggle. Jude kisses you once more before laying his head on you chest and when your hand moves to the back of his head while the other one moves up and down his back all Jude can think is that he was always meant to be right there, with you.

"M' girl."

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he doesn't look a thing like Jesus, but he talks like a gentleman

In The Woods Somewhere | Chapter Two

Chapter Summary | Taking safety in a cabin, you struggle to come to terms with the loss of Edward. You think back to how you got here in the first place, and finally start to open up to Joel.

Chapter Warnings | Allusions to the death of a child, canon-typical violence, mentions of religious activity and a cult, mentions of blood, consumption of food, allusions to suicide, allusions to smut but nothing explicit, soft!Joel, PTSD.

Pairing | Joel Miller x F!Reader

Word Count | 3.7K

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Joel doesn’t sleep, despite his assurances to you. He spends the night on his back, willing his body and his brain to be quiet enough to let him rest, but it doesn’t come. All he can do is replay the way your cries sounded, the way the boy sounded as he died, and how similar it was to how Sarah had sounded, when she’d died in his arms all those years ago. He’d been as useless then as he had been now. There was nothing he could do this time apart from crowd his body around the other children so they could see as little of what was happening as possible. He can’t help but think that if his hearing had been better, his reflexes quicker, this could have been avoided.

His chest starts to tighten again, in that way it always does when he thinks about Sarah, about how he failed her, how it was his fault she died. He takes a palm and tries to smooth it over his chest, taking deep breathes to try and calm himself. The last thing he needs right now is one of his episodes. You and the children might be sleeping soundly, but he thinks that you've not really travelled far enough to be out of danger yet. Anyone could stumble upon those bodies he left behind and come searching for revenge. He needs to stay focused. He needs to keep you safe.

He gives up on getting anymore rest when the sky starts to lighten outside. He quietly moves through the cabin, opening the cupboard he’d investigated when he was here before, pulling out two tins of peach pie filling that had been gathering dust since the end of the world. It wouldn’t be the most nutritious meal anyone would eat, but it would be enough to stave off the hunger pains until he could get out and find some meat from somewhere. He’s emptying the cans into a saucepan, ready to heat them up over a fire he’s yet to build when he’s drawn from his job by the creaking sound of the door.

You’re standing, a sheepish look on your face, clearly still tired from the way you rub at your eyes. The dress you wore yesterday is clutched in your grip, stained with dry blood. You’ve changed into another dress, this one is dark brown, a little shorter than the one before, falling at the middle of your calves, the sleeves just above your elbows. He wonders for a moment why you choose to dress the way you do, when mostly everyone else he’s ever encountered in the years that followed the outbreak went for outfits that were more practical, but the more he thinks about it, the more he likes it. Like he can almost convince himself that you’re from before, that this horrible world hasn’t touched you, that you didn’t just clutch a child to your chest as he died.

“I n-need to g-get these stains o-out.” Joel can tell now that he’s looking at your face that you’ve been crying, can tell by your voice that you're still crying. Understandable he thinks, he’d been the same in those days and weeks after Sarah.

Joel gives you a small, sympathetic smile as he abandons the tins of food for his backpack. He roots around in one of the side pockets, bringing out a packet of pills, which he offers out to you. You step forward tentatively, taking the packet, with an eyebrow raised.

“It’s aspirin,” Joel speaks, “If you crush a few of those and mix in some water, it makes a paste that can get those stains out.”

You nod and Joel watches as you head outside, stopping only to pick up a glass and a spoon. He’d noticed a bucket of water, which he assumes you’ve also noticed. He watches you from the window as you kneel on the porch, spreading the dress on the floor as you make the paste just as he instructed. He’s enthralled with the way you work, rubbing the paste onto the stains, rubbing until he thinks you’ll make your hands sore, before you dip it into the bucket to clean it.

When you’re done, you hang it over the railing. The blood isn’t completely gone, it’s just a little faded, but he thinks that it’ll do until he can get you back to Jackson and trade for something new. He catches himself in his thoughts, because he’s still not convinced you’ll actually follow him. He also doesn’t know why he’s so desperate for you to do so. Maybe it’s your beautiful face, the way all he’s wanted to do since you stepped out this morning was to cup your cheek and tell you everything would be okay. Maybe it’s the way you’re clearly a capable girl, you’ve kept your children alive for this long, he’s certain if it hadn’t been for him, you’d still have all four of them, you’d be an asset to the community if you were to follow him. He tries not to be selfish in his thoughts, it's for the community he thinks, and nothing to do with the way he's intrigued by you. Wants to peel back your layers, find out who hurt you, who caused the burn mark around your throat. Then, when he knows, he wants to trail his lips across it and tell you he won't let anyone hurt you again. He softly shakes his head as you return inside, shaking away the ideas of what might be if you follow him.

“I’ll go and wake them,” You speak softly, sniffing as you do, trying to cover your tears, “They’ve never had peaches,” You muse, nodding your head to the pan he’s currently heating, “So this might be interesting.”

Joel has so many questions he wants to ask. He wants to know where the hell you’ve been that the children haven’t eaten peaches from a can. Where they just follow blindly. He’s certain that wherever you’ve been, it’s got something to do with the scars that pepper the parts of your body he can see. Someone had hurt you, clearly, and though he knows little about you apart from your name, he doesn’t understand why anyone would lay a hand on you, the sweet girl you’re proving yourself to be.

You rouse the children, letting them come out into the lounge area in their sleep clothes, something forbidden where you’d come from. It was these small things, the things you’d had in the few years growing up in a normal world, like eating breakfast in your pyjamas, that you wanted to give them.

Joel sets a small bowl of warmed peaches in front of each of them, and a larger bowl for you and him. You sit opposite him at the end of the table, the three children sitting together. They clasp their hands together and say their prayer. Joel looks at you with a raised eyebrow as if to ask, ‘what the hell are they doing?’ but you shake you head. You can’t explain it to him, to someone you don’t know.

You bring one of the warmed peach slices to your mouth, chewing it slowly. It’s so sweet and juicy but just like last night’s meal, it sits in your stomach like lead. You can’t help but focus on the chair that’s not filled. Edward is gone. He would have loved peaches, is all you can think, as your eyes fill with tears again and threaten to spill over. You set your spoon down in your bowl and fit the heels of your palms into your eyes to try and stop them, pass the tears off as some kind of allergy or ailment.

You spend a good ten minutes pushing the rest of the measly portion of peaches around the bowl. Everyone else is long finished, and you’re about to offer the rest of yours to Joel when he speaks.

“Don’t even think about it,” He warns, but it doesn’t feel dangerous, especially when you meet his eyes and they’re full of concern, “You didn’t eat last night,” He points out, “So you’re not leaving the table until you’ve finished.”

It should annoy you, the way he’s infantilizing you, but it strangely doesn’t. Perhaps all those years of having it done to you before, under the guise of it being because someone cared about you, makes it feel normal. You know he’s only doing it because he cares. Why, you can’t figure out. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t feel like caring for your children if you were drop down dead of starvation. That must be it. So, you force yourself to eat the few slices in the bowl, no matter how much you want to throw up.

When you finally force yourself to swallow the last mouthful, Joel stands, chair scraping as he leans over to take your bowl. The children sit still as he takes theirs too, putting them into the sink to deal with later. The children are looking to you as to what to do. That’s their job, cleaning up once you’ve eaten. It always has been. They’ve never, until this moment, seen a man do anything to lift a finger to help, only to hurt. You hold up a hand to tell them not to worry, in time for Joel to turn around.

“You gonna be alright here?” He asks, “Gonna head out and see if I can find somethin’ for dinner.”

“We’ll be fine,” You assure him, “We’ve been okay before.”

He nods, “Any trouble, you use your gun, okay?” He instructs, pointing to your shotgun near the door, “I won’t go far, so I’ll hear if you shoot.”

You nod wordlessly and within a few moments, he’s gone, rifle slung over his shoulder, on the hunt. You spend the rest of the morning getting the children ready, sitting with them, attempting to try and carry on the lessons they’d always had with you, trying to keep things normal. You start with math, as you always do, and when they become restless you sit them down to read for them. Isabel has a nap in the early afternoon, Clara and Thomas opt to sit on the couch and read from one of the books you’ve already finished with them.

It's quiet, the air outside is still, so you leave them all where they are and go outside. The mound of earth where Edward’s body is buried calling to you. You sit down, knees pulled to your chest, just to the side. You put your hand on the earth, where you think his shoulder might be under all the dirt, let the earth fit between your fingers.

“I’m sorry.” You say again, just like you had yesterday, hoping that if there is a fucking God out there anywhere, that this will act as some kind of atonement, although you know there’s truly no way to atone for everything you’ve done to get here.

You stay there, rooted to the ground for what feels like hours, until you feel raindrops. You shake yourself from your daze long enough to register that you need to move, heading inside where Clara and Thomas have fallen asleep, her head rested on his shoulder. You check the bedroom; Isabel is also still fast asleep. If you were thinking about it, you probably should have woken them, knowing bedtime would be more of a challenge if they’d slept too long, but you just leave them as they are, at least if they’re asleep, they can’t look at you with sad eyes, begging to know why Edward isn’t here, why you didn’t do more, and why you’ve put your trust in a man you don’t know.

You were ten when the world imploded. You don’t remember much about it if you’re honest. You remember your father dying as he tried to get you and your mother to safety. Barreling you into his car as a rabid woman pinned him to the closed door and ripped his throat out. If you concentrate carefully, you can still hear the gurgle as he choked on his own blood, can still watch his body twitch as the life drains from him, only to be replaced with the new life of whatever those things were.

To her credit, your mother, through her tears and confusion, had stepped up, driven the car as far as she could until you ran out of gas. She was a completely different woman in those first few weeks. You didn’t really think about it until after, but she’d always been the meek kind of woman to just follow. Do as she was told. Look nice at dinner parties. That kind of woman. She’d stepped up though, gotten you both safely to the QZ in Salt Lake City, gotten you through the gates and into a home, worked as much as she could to get you as many ration cards as she could.

The glimpse of that strong woman was fleeting though. By the time you were fifteen, old enough to earn your keep alongside her, it was like a switch flicked inside her. She went back to the meek, mild-mannered woman you actually knew. When a particularly handsy FEDRA guard offered you extra ration cards to show him your tits, right in front of her, at fifteen years old, she’d shrugged it off, didn’t want to breach the peace. When the same FEDRA guard had punched you in the face a week later for refusing him again, she’d pressed a wet cloth into your hand, told you to hold it where it hurt, and said that you should give men what they wanted because it was easier, it would hurt less. Besides, it wasn’t like he wanted to fuck you, is what she’d said.

Five years later, when you were twenty, the QZ collapsed. The Fireflies took over, although seemed to only be interested in the area surrounding the hospital. The rest fell into disrepair, infected broke through unmaintained fences, and you’d had no choice but to flee. Everything you owned shoved into a single backpack. This time, it had been all you. With your mother trailing behind you, the map in your hand, you’d made it across the border into Wyoming just as winter started to take hold. You were the one who found the abandoned cabin, who had picked weapons and ammunition up on the way. You were the one who’d learnt to hunt on her own, kept you both fed. Learnt how to chop wood, set a fire, to keep you both warm.

She was the one that ruined it though. When the snows melted, and that man had come through. She’d greeted him on the porch like he was an old friend. You’d glared at him, pistol gripped in your hand in case he tried anything. He was old, or he seemed it, with his grey hair and his long grey beard. You’d thought that if he’d worn red he’d look like Father Christmas, but he was dressed in a long black coat, a white button up underneath it. He didn’t look like someone fit for survival who was just passing through, he looked like a religious man who was coming to knock on your door and tell you that The Lord would save you.

“Are you out here all alone, ladies?” He’d asked, stood at the bottom of the porch steps, entirely too close for your comfort.

You stand and speak first, because you don’t trust your mother, “We’re not alone.” She looks at you, asking through her eyes why you’re lying.

“Sure looks like you’re alone,” He comments with a smile, you know your mother will find it endearing, you just find it threatening, “Done awfully well to keep yourselves alive if you are.” Like he thinks his praise will help you trust him.

“What’s it to you?” You ask, a hand squeezing around your mother’s wrist to keep her quiet.

“Just out walking,” He shrugs, “We’ve got a little settlement, maybe two miles from here, it’s safe, like a family, we take care of each other, pool together to survive, would be a much better place for the two of you than being out here on your own.”

“We’re not on our own.” You say again.

He snorts, but smiles, you decide you already hate him, “I don’t expect you to trust me,” He speaks simply, “But at least think about it, I’ll come by in a week, give you chance to mull it over.”

Then, he’s leaving with a wave of his hand and a disgusting wink sent your mother’s way. She hadn’t spoken to him apart from to greet him, but he already knows she’s the weak one. Can sense she spent her entire life pleasing another man, doing what he said, trying not to rock the boat.

Later that night, when you’ve eaten and you’re warming yourselves in front of the fire, she finally opens her mouth to speak.

“I think we should go with him.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” You scoff, “We’re not going with him.”

“He said it was safe.”

“And if he asked you to follow him into a burning building, would you do it?” You snap, “We know nothing about him, we’re not going.”

But of course, you do, in the end. The first time he comes back, you once again tell him to get lost. The second time he’s there when you come back from hunting, talking to your mother on the porch. You suspect he’s been watching you, waiting for you to leave so he can strike at the weaker person. He mutters something to you about not needing to do that anymore if you follow him, they set traps, but it doesn’t make it any more enticing to you. The third time, your mother stands with you after and says she’s leaving when he comes back, whether you go with her or not.

So you do. You do go with her. Follow steps behind her and the man who finally introduces himself as John when you decide to go back with him. To this day, you wish you’d told her to go on her own. Wish you’d saved yourself the years of suffering just to follow behind a woman you thought loved you. Because she didn’t, there’s no way she loved you with what she let happen.

You’ve been sat on the couch, staring into the fire, for what feels like hours now. Children long to bed, everything cleaned up from dinner, sat in silence, almost listening to the way those flames call to you. You want to fling yourself into them, atone for what you’ve done, what you failed to do, it’s the only way to make the ache in your chest feel better. All day you’ve avoided looking at the raised earth of Edward’s grave, but all day you’ve been reminded of his loss.

When you read to the children, there were no questions about what would happen next, no-one to gently chastise for being impatient and tell that they just need to sit and listen to find out. The lack of his rambunctious laughter when you let them play outside, chasing each other around. They’d been subdued as well, missing their friend, their brother.

Joel sits at the other end of the couch, thumbing aimlessly through the book you’d been reading from earlier. You don’t think he’s interested at all, but it’s something to do for him you suppose.

“They’re good kids,” He sighs, trying to make conversation with you, “Never really known kids so well behaved.”

“They were raised that way.” You reply simply, quietly.

“They related?” He asks, you only nod in response, he sighs again, “It get’s easier, losing them.”

You can feel the tears welling in your eyes, you shake your head to try and get rid of them, but it only helps in working them from your eyes and down your cheeks. How can this get easier? Feeling like someone had cleaved your heart in two, how does that get easier?

“Maybe easier isn’t the right word,” Joel corrects himself, “But life gets easier, it takes time, and they’ll always be with you, but one day it won’t hurt at much.”

“You know a lot about it?” You almost spit at him, not really sure why you’re directing your anger to him when all he’s done is help, but he’s the only person here so he has to take the brunt of it.

“I lost my daughter,” He speaks quietly, staring into the flames just like you are, “On outbreak day, some FEDRA guard had orders to shoot on sight, we were just trying to get to safety, and he fired, shot right into her stomach and she bled out in my arms.”

The similarities between her death and Edward’s are not lost on you, can’t imagine the memories it must have dredged up for him as you screamed at Edward to stay with you, rocked his dead body in your arms whilst it covered you in blood. It makes you soften, just a little.

“I’m sorry.” You squeak, wiping at your cheeks.

“I’m sorry too,” He tries to reach out for your hand, resting on the empty couch cushion between you, but you pull your hand away into your lap before he can touch you, you can’t accept his comfort, not yet, because you know what that means, “I know it don’t make it any better, but there’s nothin’ we could have done.”

Suddenly, a sob racks through your body, shoulders shaking as you really cry this time, because he’s right. Even if you could have lifted Edward, got him back to the house, you’re not a nurse, whatever happened to him what going to happen anyway. You doubt whoever did the shooting was aiming at him anyway, an unfortunate accident, and maybe, in some sick way, you’re glad. You think of the alternative – they were aiming at you and didn’t miss and you died instead – the children, left with a man they don’t know – what would he have done? Or they were aiming at Joel – if he’d died then you’d surely have been taken, right? You and your children killed too, or forced into some kind of life of servitude, not unlike the one you’d had before. It’s sick, but maybe what happened was for the best, or at least that’s what you try and tell yourself as you try and calm the rampant sobbing from your body.

This time, when Joel tries to comfort you, dropping to his knees in front of you, you don’t stop him. He puts wide palms on your knees and squeezes to let you know he’s there whilst you try and control your breathing. You don’t want to wake the children up. It’s no use though, no matter what you do, you can’t calm yourself down – not even Joel’s warm touch, stranger though he is, can help.

“H-He…” You try and choke out, maybe the truth will help ease the pain, maybe this man in front of you can fix you if he knows the truth, “He w-was…” Another sob, another squeeze of Joel’s hands on your knees, “He was m-mine,” You cry out, “Edward w-was my b-baby.”

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kunigmis · 1 year

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gross and grimy

bachira meguru x female!reader

synopsis: your belongings seem to be going missing; day-to-day necessities and even your panties! you’re so confused, but your old classmate bachira is here to help!

content warnings: minors do not interact! all characters are in their 20s, depictions of stalking(?) mentioned once, a sort of non-con, usage of the petname baby, heavy petting, fingering, bachira is handsy and nasty and a thief, implied public and unprotected sex.

notes: this turned out to be longer than expected and not what i expected ꒰ᵕ༚ᵕ⑅꒱ kind of lost sight of what i was writing too, oops. this came out to be 2k words?? this was also heavily inspired by this previous post <3

WHEN YOU FIRST NOTICE your things going missing, you think you just happen to be misplacing them. you tended to do that, always putting something one place, only for it to end up nowhere near said place the next time. you laughed it off, it was just habit at this point. besides, you found whatever it was you needed either way.

you figured you forgot them, your panties, in your laundry basket before taking them to the washer. you’ve found they get a bit staticky, sticking to whatever they could. you’d just snatch them up once they were found and wash them with the next batch.

but, then they started to not be stuck to things. didn’t you last find them stuck to your coat last week? they were pink and you had worn them just for the new day that week, tossing your dirty clothes over your shoulder to go and shower. yet, now they seemed to be up and running away.

the amount you had began to dwindle, from at least twenty pairs down to fifteen. sure, maybe you didn’t need so many, but there was a thing called a sale and who wouldn’t go for five panties for twenty-five?

however, it wasn’t just your panties either. you began to notice your day-to-day items began to disappear, too. your chapstick that was stood on your nightstand wasn’t there when you reached to apply the moisturizing balm to your lips. your hairbrush couldn’t have possibly grown legs and scampered off, right? but, it wasn’t on your dresser when your hair was in dire need of a detangling. even your jewelry! your rings, necklaces, bracelets, and earrings weren’t neatly passed on your jewelry dish anymore. things were beginning to get weird, but you truly believed it was just silly misplacing; maybe your memory was going bad?

when the topic was brought up to your friends, they just laughed it off! “i do that all the time,” one would complain, squawking about how common misplacing things was. “but, i’d find it if i actually looked for it. maybe try retracing your steps?”

you tried that. it didn’t seem to work. at one point, you decided to give up; some of the things could go for being replaced, anyway. spoil yourself a little, no?

it got to the point you started labeling places where you’d set certain things. maybe being organized would help with your predicament; it was worth a shot, anything to keep your items from being nowhere to be found. you only hoped it worked.

“maybe you’ve got little creatures within your walls?”

when your old schoolmate speaks, you only snort. his child-like suggestion seems otherworldly, like an attempt at lightening the air, however it doesn’t seem to work. so, now you’re even more frustrated; shaking your head, taking some of your hair and winding it around your fingers. it’s an anxious habit. “bachira, that’s not helping.”

the said male shrugs with a wide grin, sitting rather close to you as the two of you have lunch. you never minded his proximity. he always did this, even back when the two of you were in high school. he was always right there by your side, or you by his, spilling all the beans on the newest drama or him telling you about his upcoming game; and, how he’d like if you would come.

“you can replace all those things anyway, right?” his golden eyes twinkle with underlying mischief, and you can only begin to imagine what they’ve seen—or what he’s done. “i can help you!” he starts to pull out his wallet, a heap of familiar pink beginning to spill out once he does so, preparing to spoil you with an assortment of things before you’re clambering to put your hands overtop his. in doing so, bachira has to bite back a laugh; how did you happen to miss that?

“you’re sweet, bachira, really. but, i couldn’t take your money.” you simply smile as you finish and give his hands and wallet a small push, “i can buy my own stuff—“

“but, i want to.” for some reason, when your eyes meets his, you shiver. something in his eyes causes you to really take a look at them, at him, and it has you curling your toes within your shoes. had he always been so assertive? so demanding? so… attractive? it’s like you’re seeing him in a new light, a deep and seductive one.

his eyes practically scream let me spoil you. bachira is a very compelling person. he can have people reeling with the way he speaks; he has a way with his tongue, ways you don’t even know about, and you’re just now beginning to fall victim to the pink muscle.

so, you meekly nod and smile in agreement. you feel an odd sense of enjoyment when bachira’s face lights up. when his hands go to shove his wallet back into his pocket, his fingers toy with the, your, panties he hides in a sick game.

“i-i don’t think we should be doing this…”

when you agreed to let bachira buy you the items you needed replacing, you expected a certain amount of things to be off the table; like, buying your panties for instance. you didn’t think he would take you to get them, you remembered him blushing at the mere mention of bikinis back in high school. so, to see bachira eagerly pulling you into a frilly and sensual store like victoria’s secret, you began to wonder just how much he’s changed; and, how little you’ve noticed.

he began to shuffle through the assortment of drawers, not even needing to ask your size, which you should’ve taken note of, before he’s snatching up pair after pair to have you try on.

i like this one, and this one. oh, this one, too! not even you get as excited when shopping for new panties. you like to do it, sure—find a cute laced up pair to take into the changing rooms, having a small modeling shoot for yourself. but, the black and yellow-haired male is having a blast. he even snatched up some bras; which, he didn’t even dabble on the idea of asking your cup size.

and, when he was all done, arms full of the lingerie, you reached your hands out in hopes of taking the load off his hands. but, bachira pouts, giving you a playful whine, i want to see you try them on… and, oh god, you about lost your footing at how weak your knees went.

this lead to where the two of you stand now; your back pressed to bachira’s chest as he helps you shimmy a pair of panties up your legs. you’re so exposed right now, every nook and cranny of you is on display for bachira’s eyes to eat you up. he practically creamed his pants when you gave in earlier, voice all low and quiet, somewhat puppy-like sounding. if he knew any better, he would’ve thought you wanted this just as he did.

“don’t feel shy now, baby,” you gasp at the petname, bachira’s breath hot and on your ear as he watches you through the mirror. it had gotten steamy in the changing room, the mirror slightly fogged up and you’re feeling every bit of sexual tension there is in the air. “we’re just getting started.”

bachira isn’t shy in how handsy he becomes. once a new pair of panties is on, his hands are sliding up and down your sides, trickling down to grope at your thighs. his fingers are long and thick and span over your thighs so nicely; he runs his nails along your skin every once in a while, electing small noises from you that can’t be described as anything else but needy. you’re even shocked at how desperate they come off as.

but, you remember where the two of you are, and it dawns on you how bad it would be if the two of you were to be caught. so, you bite your lip, suppressing your sounds ever so slightly. bachira doesn’t seem to like that though, no; he wants to hear the voice of the woman he’s yearned for for ages now.

“baby, don’t hide them,” his words have a dual meaning, referring to the noises you swallow and the hardened nipples your arms hide from his devious eyes. one of bachira’s hands comes and moves your arms, cupping each of your tits thoroughly before moving on to twist and pinch at your nipples.

you melt in his touch, ass pressing against his hard-on and you’re too lost in the moment to be ashamed by how you grind into him. your eyes meet his in the mirror and you jump as his finger gives your nipple a particularly hard tug. “b-bachira.”

“meguru.” when he insists on you calling him by his given name, your eyes roll and a loud moan slips out. you’re quick to cover your mouth, hearing bachira’s maniacal laughter in your ear before his tongue is sweeping out to give it a messy makeout, “you’re so cute.”

you’ve been so busy watching bachira eye-fuck you that you hadn’t noticed his fingers dipping past your panties. but, when two digits dip into your folds to gather your slick, you’re all too aware how exposed the two of you are. “w-wait, meguru—ah!”

a thick finger cuts you off, sliding into your pussy with ease at how slick you are. the noises are downright embarrassing, the way your cunt eats up his finger makes you want to curl into yourself and hide from his big eyes. bachira isn’t having any of that, though, and uses his other hand to keep your gaze locked on where his finger teases you. “look baby, look at how wet i make you.”

bachira kisses your neck once he has it craned just enough, the hand locked around your jaw moves to press two fingers to your lips. you part them willingly, tongue lolling out to wet them before wrapping your lips around them. you suck obediently and bachira moans into your neck.

“such a good girl, fuck,” his words are mumbled into your neck, the bruises his mouth leaves behind big and purple and noticeable; his tongue sweeps out to pamper the aching patches, but he never ceases to lay more as he travels down your neck. “want t’ fuck you s’bad, tired of watching you do it yourself…”

you’re not sure what he means, but it goes over your head as your thighs clench around bachira’s hand. two fingers now stretch you open, curling into your gummy insides as you moan around bachira’s fingers. they press on to your tongue and dip into the back of your throat, causing you to gag and a hand to come clutch his wrist. even with you being seemingly distraught, the male doesn’t let up. if anything, it spurs him on; fingers working faster and harder, the dick pressed into the soft globes of your ass only becomes more apparent as it ruts into you for friction.

“let me fuck you, yeah?” bachira bites at your shoulder, tongue warming your skin only to leave it cooled when the saliva left behind meets the air. your eyes water as your neck is turned, your lips now free of his fingers just to be met with his wet lips. there’s no clear judgment left within your head, senseless at the mercy of bachira and his hands and tongue. you never knew he was like this, like a rabbit in need of fucking, but you can’t complain with the tongue that’s down your throat.

by the time an employee comes and knocks on your door, worriedly asking if everything was alright, you’re so drunk off pleasure, off bachira, that you don’t notice the way his free hand comes and slides his sweats and boxers down to have his dick spring free. he gives it a good few pumps, watching the pre wet your ass before he’s sliding it down to line up with your entrance, “oh, she’s more than alright.”

#ੈ✩‧₊˚ ── nine #bachira meguru #bachira meguru x reader #bachira x reader #bachira meguru smut #bachira smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock #blue lock imagines #bachira i want to be manhandled

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sturniololoco · 4 months

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Accident

M. Sturniolo x fem reader

Requested: Nurp

Warnings: fluuuuuff!!! and cussing ig??

Today was a lazy Saturday.

Meaning I was at the Sturniolo triplets house, eating their food and laying in their couch.

They didn’t mind though, seeing as Nick was my best friend and Matt was my boyfriend.

Only his brothers had no idea the Matt and I were in a relationship.

It all started when Nick and I met. We instantly clicked, so I had to meet his brothers. I started hanging out with them more and more as time went on. And let’s just say Mathew Sturniolo caught my eye.

Matt and I started hanging out more too. Nick never really noticed us getting g closer and Chris never gave a fuck.

But now Matt and I are in a predicament. Sneaking around just for a hug and the occasional kiss.

I was sitting in the corner spot on the couch, scrolling through instagram while eating popcorn, Chris laying longways to my right and Nick was lounging to my left.

Matt was coming into the living room to sit down after getting himself a root beer. He at in between Chris and I, rather close to me.

I was shocked at what happened next.

He leaned over and gave me a quick kiss before opening his phone to clash of clans.

My mouth fell open in Shock. So did Chris and Nick’s.

“I-I..what-…huh?” Chris studdered, staring dumbfounded at his brother.

“Whoops…” Matt said, turning his head to look at me. I could feel my face heat up with all the sudden attention.

“GIRL!?! Since when?!?” Nick shouted, his voice cracking a little as he stood up.

“Ummm…since a little bit ago?” I responded, trying to lighten the situation.

“Oh we need to talk! Chris you deal with him!” Nick said pointing at Matt before grabbing my hand and practically dragging me up the stairs to his room.

I turned to look at Matt, who was giving me a sympathetic look. Chris was still staring at him with his eyes looking like they were about to pop out of his head and his mouth wide open.

I told Nick everything, all the way from the beginning. When I was done talking, he said,

“Two things: ew why my brother and why didn’t you just tell me?!?” He said, remaining surprisingly calm.

“The first of all, your brother cute and nice and caring and-“ he cut me off.

“Yeah yeah yeah, skip the sappy stuff! I still have to live with that good.”

I chuckled, and was extremely thankful for how well he was taking this.

“Well, I didn’t want things to be awkward between us. You truly are my best friend and I will always put our relationship first.” If said, deciding to just tell him the truth instead of hiding anything else from him. He pulled me into a bone crushing hug.

“I’ll allow it, even though I completely disagree on the whole cute, nice and caring shit.” He told me, making me laugh and playful smacking his arm.

Nick and I walked down stairs about 10 minutes later. Matt and Chris were sill sitting on there spots in the couch and Chris looked a lot calmer. Matt looked over at Nick and I, looking accomplished.

I gave him a small smile and scurried over to him, sitting on his lap. He chuckled and pressed a kiss on the top of my head.

“So glad I get to do that without getting trouble now.” He said into my ear.

“Hmm me too.” I said giving him a big kiss on the cheek.

“EWWWWWW!” Nick and Chris screamed in exaggeration, coming over and tackling us both.

“You two are so annoying.” Matt said, rolling his eyes but smiling all the same.

“Pipe down lover boy!” Nick said, getting off of us and resuming his spot in the couch.

I cuddled up next to Matt and got comfy with a blanket after we turned our movie back on. I sighed happily knowing that I wouldn’t have to hide my feelings from Matt again.

#sturniolo imagine #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo fanfic #nicolas sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo

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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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hiii! can i request a fic for Nanami with an S/O who's the literal definition of sunshine?

(he's been rotting my brain for weeks 😭)

Ooohh~! This is my first ever Nanami request so thank you! To think this man is younger than Satoru is just crazy, I love it!

Nanami Kento- Eclipse Heart

Kento is very protective over you, your pure heart is too much to not be blocked out from the scary world. You’re such a sweetheart; a positive, optimistic being and he is truly emotional attached to you

Kento always wants to shield you from the world. It’ll damage your beauty and he can’t take that, you’re the only thing motivating him to work overtime and tolerate it. You motivate him to fight, he needs you the way you’ve always been

Kento never lets his own pessimism reshape you and he apologises if he thinks he has gone too far. He may be a bit grumpy but he still is affectionate, don’t shy away from him. Give him a hug!

Kento originally never wanted a relationship, since he couldn’t bear the idea of worrying somebody and that logic still applies to you but he is so attached to you, he can’t just let go of you now. So, he decides to work even harder as to not worry you

Please. For god, please don’t bond with Satoru. Kento can’t take that

“Awwww~! Kenny~!” You giggled and smiled widely at both yourself and practically the sky as your all-so-lovey-dovey boyfriend, Nanami Kento growled in pain and flinched as a number of areas on his fit, built frame were patched up firmly with snowy white bandages. The savvy businessman had returned after a gruelling fight with a young student, Itadori Yuji and as you were cheerfully wrapping him up, you got Kento to spill the beans entirely on the incident

“Dokusha… it was nothing but business, you know that” Kento responded in his usual gruff, responsibility-absorbed tone and it just made your playful grin widened, wanting to mess with Kento more to try take his mind off the cursed spirit that supposedly escaped. Thankfully now, after the few months of dating him, he has learn to be able to take your harmless jokes. Kento has learn to lighten up significantly, thanks to you and only you

“I hear ya, but you can’t deny that the boy is brilliant and even adorable!” You chime excitedly, wanting more than anything to meet this Yuji. It seemed very cute, as cute as your overstressed dull Kento smiling and laughing but at the same time, Kento didn’t want you to meet another man. Even if the kid was younger, he had worked so hard for you and had been crushing on you since Jujutsu High

You’re so positive… so cheery… so optimistic that you mesh well with a man like Satoru but you chose him, the most blunt and serious man ever. He doesn’t really understand how he managed to charm you all those years ago but update to the present day at twenty seven, he is still a little boy with a massive crush on you and it drives him mad with humiliation. He would have beaten that stupid version of himself into the ground if you didn’t like it so much and he didn’t like you so much

Anything you like. Is something Kento grows accustom to; you like a different coloured tie? He will wear it and get use to it neutrally. You want him to put a sheathe for his blunt sword, he will look into it. Is Kento attached and swayed by your words? Yes, with a hint of insecurity following his passionate love. He just wants to give you give you everything want and be the man of your dreams, even if he can kill the light-hearted mood you put up so easily

You give him chances over and over and over again, even though. Kento doesn’t believe he deserves those chances with the way he is and the way you are but then again, he won’t pass down such chances to improve his romantic connection to you. Kento, for the first time this session, let out that light warm smile you just adore and those gorgeous brown eyes of his make your heart go pitter-patter faster than ever. His effect on you is quite significant

You just simply loved seeing Kento smile. Even if it was rare, you knew deep down that he’d always smile for you

“You always know what to say to make everything ten times more positive, my love. Thank you, Dokusha”

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aclowntiny · 11 months

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Hello 👋 I really love your writing like very very much 😊 ❤ 💖 if I can request can I ask for Ateez first "I love you " moment?? Like who said it first and the reaction ?? It's okay if you didn't though , i just want to tell you that you're amazing 🤗

Absolutely you can! Thank you so much love, that literally means the world to me 🥰🥰🥰 making things that people enjoy is my number one goal & hearing this is why I keep going 🥹 (also, I want one of those pearl teddy bears so bad 🥺 where's my man at)

First 'I Love You' With Ateez (Gender Neutral)

Hongjoong

It was date night. Nothing fancy, just a night in, but with a boyfriend like Hongjoong, even that was one of the most beautiful evenings you could imagine.

He squared off one of his building's balconies, draping the whole thing in fairy lights. He gathered an assortment of the most delicious hors d'oeuvres he could find, laid them out like art on a little table for you too, and finished it off with some of your favorite dessert from a little corner bakery you two had been dying to try.

You ate, you talked, just catching up on your days and your goals, Hongjoong’s free hand occasionally traveling across the table to run affectionately over the arm you had rested there. It brought a shy smile to your face each time, which brought a proud one to his in turn.

When your meal was finished and your conversation had lightened, Hongjoong rose from his chair, crossing your little paradise to a speaker, which he turned on to play some music. He made his way back to where you sat, stopping right next to your chair and extending his hand.

“May I have this dance?”

How did you get so lucky? “Of course,” you breathe, placing your hand in his.

He pulls you up, steadying you by the small of your back as his other hand slides out to hold yours. The music is soft, intimate as you sway together and gaze into each other’s eyes. Several songs pass like that, each blending into the other as Hongjoong draws your focus, expertly turning and dipping you, even stealing a kiss on one of them.

Finally, as one song ends, he speaks again. “There’s something I want to tell you.”

“Of course,” you whisper, daring not to break the fairy-lit magic of the night.

“I’m so glad you’re mine,” he says, and that’s when you know the magic will never break, not when you’re here with the man of your dreams, “you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. My hear, my muse. I love you, (y/n).”

Not a thought is needed before you reply that you feel the same, that you truly are his and only his. If you had any doubts, the smile he gives you shatters them completely, replacing them with the same butterflies he’s always made you feel as he pulls you flush against him. You’re barely dancing now, but neither of you care.

“What a beautiful night,” you gush.

Hongjoong turns, a hand tilting your chin towards him as he leans in all the way. “It’s trying to compete with you.”

Seonghwa

What did Seonghwa do to deserve someone like you? Someone who made him tea, sat with him while he built legos and recorded his ASMR, someone who gifted him with the greatest, most natural and unadulterated laughter accidentally recorded into said ASMR mic, someone who sent him the cutest pictures with encouraging words every day just because he was on your beautiful mind. How lucky.

With you, he felt...light. Euphoric. Like he was shown more and more sides of a big heart every day that you took care of him. And darn it if he wasn't going to be the one to take care of you, too.

He claimed the dorm kitchen, shooed any potential intruders out. Googled all your favorite things, made sure he wasn't missing a single bit of it. Called you and told you to be over for a surprise, that he couldn't wait to see you.

And tell you how much I love you, he wanted to say, but that was to come later. For now, he had work to do.

You arrived just as he finished, making the way toward the kitchen with widening eyes, first at the smell, then at the sight of Seonghwa laying out your favorite meal at the table, which was centered by a vase of your favorite flowers. With an exclamation of endearment you shuffled across the kitchen, jumping into his arms for a big hug.

"I know today was a long day," he told you, "so I wanted to surprise you. Make sure you didn't have to lift a finger for dinner after it all."

"Seonghwa, this is amazing," you breathed, making him smile with the way your body visibly relaxed, "I- I-"

"I love you," both of you said at the same time.

You felt your eyes widen, saw Seonghwa's do the same. Your hands shot up to your face in surprise, fell to reveal the big, gorgeous smile he loved being the cause of. Reaching out his arms once more, he pulled you into his chest, holding you gently there against his beating heart.

"Thank you."

"You're the one who did all this, I should be thanking you," you protested, though you made no effort to leave his embrace.

You feel his head shake on top of yours, the motion ruffling your hair a bit. "No, thank you," he insists, "you've just given me a much better gift. Now, what say we enjoy some dinner, hm?"

Yunho

Yunho knows he loves you when even a text from you changes the trajectory of his day. He knows he loves you by the way you know him so well, remembering every little thing about him. He knows he loves you by the way your smile is the first and last thing he wishes he could see every day.

He knows he loves you, now all that's left is to tell you. He asks you out to a nice dinner, and beyond your pleasant surprise at the proposed fancy outing, you don't seem to catch on to anything special. Yunho's just glad you can't feel how rapidly his heart is beating, even though he knows it's all anticipation. After all, once the decision came to his head, it was as natural as breathing, one of the easiest he's made- it feels right.

You walk into the restaurant dressed to the nines and the sight takes his breath away. It seems to show, and he's glad, because as his eyes land on you you give him the biggest smile, fondness and gratitude already present in your eyes. Yunho wants those things to always stay there when you look at him.

When he tells you he already ordered your favorite appetizer, you clap adorably. When he presents you with the bouquet and the pearl teddy bear, you light up even more, shining brighter than the crystal chandeliers adorning the ceiling.

"Yunho, this is all so wonderful- what is it for?" You finally ask.

He was going to wait until after dessert, maybe even until your goodnight kiss, but he's swimming in the highlights of your eyes and the opulent walls of the restaurant have faded out completely and he can't help himself. The moment is right.

"Because I love you," he replies simply, "no other reason than that."

You take his breath away again, this time by launching yourself half out of your seat and into his arms, crushing him in a hug he's happy to reciprocate. You're both warm, you're both giggling, and your scents are pleasantly mingled as you speak again.

"I love you, too."

Yeosang

Yeosang wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he was sure why he was doing it. Shifting the box in his hands, he reached one up to ring your doorbell.

Your eyes widened at the sight of him standing at your door, but your lips immediately curled into a smile that went straight to Yeosang’s heart. If he had needed any more encouragement, he’d just gotten it. “Surprise!” He exclaimed sheepishly.

Your eyes travelled from his down to the white box he was holding. “What’s this?”

“It’s a surprise,” he teased, “you have to let me in to find out~”

“Oh, right,” you chuckled, stepping out of the way, “I’m sorry. Please, come in, go set it down! I hope it wasn’t heavy.”

Even if it had been, it would have been well worth it. Your adorable look of surprise, the way your home smelled just like you- even if that was weird to say, it was true and Yeosang loved it. Resting the box on your table, he swiveled to face you, to reach for your hands at your sides.

“I wanted to share this with you,” he told you, nodding at the box when you gave him a confused slight frown.

“Alright,” you nodded back, eyes not leaving his, “what is it?”

Fumbling toward the table, his hands found the top of the box. “I hope you love it!” With a proud smile, he unveiled the most beautiful cake you’d ever seen. Pink and white ombré frosting was piped along the top and bottom and dotted with heart-shaped sprinkle. Edible glitter dusted the white top, which had gorgeous calligraphy swirled on top. I love you, the words read.

Your hands just shot up in surprise. “Yeosang, I… this is beautiful. It’s really for me?”

“Well, as long as I get a piece too,” he replied, giggling as he pulled you in closer by your hands, feeling his heartbeat pick up the longer you went without addressing the words, “what do you think?”

You finally peeled your eyes off the cake, and when they fell on him it gave him all the answer he needed, the dull thud within him crescendoing into a soar. Your gaze darted between the loving stare he’s giving you and a bit lower, sliding along his profile eagerly.

“Well, I didn’t prepare a cake, but hopefully this’ll do as an ‘I love you’,” you answered, one of your hands leaving his to find the small of his back, bringing him as close as you could get him as passionately kissed him.

He giggled again when you separated, one of his hands gently playing with your hair.

“You’re sweet,” you whisper, doe-eyed at Yeosang’s affection.

He leans in to press his lips to your cheek. “Speaking of sweet…”

“Yes, we can cut the cake now.”

San

Complete and utterly lost in you- that's the only way to describe how San feels. There are city lights and a gorgeous breeze and the smell of the sea all on different horizons of his little orbit, but they're barely perceptible in the face of your laugh, those eyes that San doesn't know what he did to earn such looks from. All he knows is that he wants to do it again and again in this life and the next.

You're warm at his side, an arm tucked in his as you stroll along the beach, another successful date in the books. You're telling him everything you love about the sea, how powerful it feels to you, how close to the very forces of nature themselves, and all San can think of is how you're describing is how his heart feels in the presence of yours. He can't keep this to himself.

"I know that feeling," he says.

You smile and his heart bursts all over again, his arm tightening just so around yours. Just enough to pull you a little closer.

"Right? The ocean is such a magnificent creation, it's just-"

"No," he shakes his head, "it's something far more beautiful."

Your eyebrows shoot up. "Oh? What's that?"

"You. You're far more magnificent than the sea could ever hope to be, and my heart feels just as drawn to the waves of yours."

Your free hand rises to your chest. "Wow. Is that from a book?"

He shakes his head again. "Just from me to you. Too much?"

"Oh, uh, no," you stutter, an adorable, just-barely-visible in the night's dim light flush dusting your cheeks, "I just wasn't expecting you to get so poetic."

"Neither was I," San laughs, reaching up to pinch your warming cheek, "but being in love makes us do funny things."

"It sure does," you agree, "like this."

Your free hand rises again, this time to smooth his hand over your cheek, holding it there as you kiss him. San releases his grip on your arm to pull you in closer by the waist, wasting no time in returning the passionate seaside kiss.

"No, seriously," he tells you as you pull apart, forehead resting on his, "I really love you."

Your gaze falters a little, but you smile wider and echo his sentiments as his hand finds yours, pressing them in their joined state over his heart.

Mingi

"Don't you want to finish the movie?"

Your whispered words tickle Mingi's cheek and the side of his neck as you lean down to his horizontal form. You two have a love seat to yourselves as Ateez hold their movie night, the film about halfway through now. Mingi, though, has just laid down, his head having drooped against you a few times before he stopped fighting it.

"Mm-mm," he shakes his head against the love seat cushions, snaking his arms against your waist to pull you closer into him, "you're comfortable. Better than the movie."

Having already been half laying down, you surrender, dropping completely to your side to assume the position as Mingi's little spoon. As soon as you've done that, though, he turns you around in his arms to face him, nestling his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Warmth rises to your cheeks at the feeling of his breath, leading you to exhale in a little chuckle as you reach around to hold Mingi, too.

"Well, good night, then," you tease, tilting your head to close your very tiny gap with a peck on his lips.

"Good night. I love you."

You briefly stiffen in his hold, leaning back to see if he's fallen asleep already, just saying whatever in his stupor. The moment you scan him, though, his eyes open wide, one falling shut in a wink. Suppressing a giddy laugh, you just smile, settling back down and snuggling even closer to him.

"I love you, too, Mingi."

Wooyoung

The stars hang high in the sky and everyone is fading fast save for Wooyoung and you, his other half. His better half, if you ask the rest of Ateez. The one who manages to simultaneously pump him up and calm him down.

Except right now, there's no calming him down-it's the last song of the night, but despite its many predecessors, your boyfriend is as hyped as if he'd just picked up the microphone. Grinning, you glance at the screen, expecting a party song, so surprise flits across your face when you see Wooyoung choose a song from a musical. He points at you with a wide smile, beginning an ostentatious, goofy comedic love song that has the other seven guys cringing and groaning.

You for your part just pick up a microphone and give it right back to your boyfriend, matching every sweep of his arm, finger heart, and ridiculous miming gesture as if you two had coordinated. He turns it into a skit, your singing melting into a very corny sung conversation that has your audience shaking their heads in amused exasperation. Only those two, you see their mouths saying, and that gives you a rush of joy. They may be embarrassed, but to you, it shows you that there's something special about you and Wooyoung.

He feels it too, clearly, as he grabs you and dips you the moment you finish your thought, sending a chorus of cheers soaring over you two.

"That was so much fun," he leans down toward you.

"It was," you agree with a big smile, gazing into his eyes.

"We play so well together," he continues, leaning even further.

"We do," you all but sigh, anticipation fluttering in your eyelashes.

"I love you." Your noses are almost touching now.

A fiery wave of joy crashes over you and you can't help yourself any longer, your hand finding the back of his head to tangle in his black locks and pull him all the way into you. Even more tired exasperation and mock-disgust sounds off around you, but beneath the dim purple light of the room and the dreamy red haze cresting your heart, you can't care less. They get a show.

"I love you, too," you whisper as your lips separate, Wooyoung's hand on your back gently raising you to your feet, where he wraps both arms around you.

Jongho

"Thank you for agreeing to this," Jongho says, turning to face you, to get a look into your eyes.

"Agree to this?" You snort. "You make it sound like some sort of procedure, not a date."

A smile rises to his lips. Alright, he'll give you that one. It did sound a little funny. "Well, not everyone enjoys going on hikes."

"With you, someone could sit us down and read us the phone book and I'd still have a good time."

Jesting as they are, something about your words strikes a cord deep within Jongho's fluttering chest. They're playful, but they boil down to a very specific essence what your presence is to him: comforting, the highlight of his day, easy, the joy of being in his element no matter what the situation, what went wrong, simply because it was you.

Should he say something?

"Well, come on!" Before he can, your fingers are intertwining with his, pulling him forward along the trail. Laughing, he picks up the pace behind you, stopping just as suddenly when you reach the trail sign and take a selfie with him.

Life with you is an adventure. Ugh, that sounds corny, Jongho thinks, but it's so true and he has to admit he loves it. No, not it. You. He loves you.

The hike is quiet, peaceful for the most part. Every now and again, one of you will point out a butterfly or a bent tree, stop to take a picture, crack a joke. No pretense, just the bracing air, the sunshine, and your hand in his. Jongho's heart is beating a little faster, but you aren't on a strenuous enough trail for him to play that off as exertion.

Soon enough, you reach the top, the trail bottoming out into a meadow of waving grasses dotted with adorable little wildflowers. Jongho stops to take it all in, but you run headfirst in, frolicking like a deer set free, and he can't help but smile and give a fond shake of his head as he follows you. When he reaches you, you've picked a mini bouquet of the tiny pink and yellow flowers, holding it so gingerly, clearly having the time of your life if your expression of pure joy is anything to go off of. Once again, it's like cupid's arrow is shooting straight into his heart.

"Isn't it cute? ...Jongho?"

He'd been staring off into space. Heck, he still is. You're not used to the dreamy look in his eyes, and it still feels new to him, but it takes him over anyway. "I love you."

Your jaw drops. "What?"

He blinks, snaps out of his love-drunk state a little, but all that does is return the words to his chest with a new fire. "I love you," he says, this time more loudly, firmly. Proudly.

You giggle, clutching your flowers a little tighter, still a bit giddy yourself. "And somewhere so beautiful, too?" Your eyes are shining more than ever, full of more love than Jongho had ever seen them shoot his was. "I love you, too. So much!"

The moment you turn around, he's ready to catch you, pulling you up from your hug until your feet lift off the ground and you give a little squeak of surprise. It's all a little corny, a little sappy, and yet as your foreheads, and then your lips, meet, all Jongho can think is how perfect it all is, how all he wants is to feel you in his arms.

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hello~ i saw that you're accepting requests and i really like how you write seventeen. 🥺 if it's not too much can i please request a scenario where seventeen tries to make up with their partner after a fight? thank you and i hope you're having an amazing day/night! ♥️

thankyou! that’s the best compliment <3 i took my sweet time doing this sorry they’re kind of long… hope you enjoy!

how seventeen would make up after a fight

cheol - he is devastated. so angry at himself and always blames himself for every fight. cries after bad ones because he cant imagine losing you. he would be very scared to attempt to make up with you because what if he says the wrong thing? so he writes his thoughts down and memorises what he wants to say but when your eyes meet his he forgets it all. it doesnt matter though because you can tell how sincere he is, he’s on his knees with his big eyes, long eyelashes wet, begging for forgiveness. he doesn’t need to say how he’s sorry when its written so clearly right there on his face

jeonghan - would text your best friend for advice on what he should do, not because he doesn’t know how to make up with you, but because he needs to know if you had said anything that he could fix and how angry you were at him. after confirming the details he would trap you in bed with him lying on top of you, smiling at your irritated expression, pressing tons of kisses to your whole face until it softens. when you finally gave in he would sit up and hold your hands in his saying how sorry he was and how you should forgive him because honestly what you were angry about was a little silly (“have you been messaging friend’s/name again? goddammit hannie.” “i had to know! it’s not like you were in the mood to tell me what was wrong 🙄”)

joshua - loves making you something to show how much he appreciates you. your bedroom is covered in trinkets and little crafts he has made for you to express his feelings so this time he decides to sculpt a vase. he picks out the flowers for it especially, making sure all the flower’s meanings amplified his apology. he also got you jewellery that you had been wanting and waits by the front door for you to return home to present them to you. he would say how sorry he was, taking your hand to show you the table where the vase with flowers is surrounded by candles, with your favourite food laid out. “i love you so much y/n, i’m truly sorry”

jun - he dislikes confrontation so would avoid you to give you time to cool off. the fight was accidental, he wouldn’t have hurt you on purpose but he takes time to understand your point of view. endearingly sits next to you and listens to every word you say. after you’ve explained yourself he would give you a big hug “i understand now, i’m sorry for what i did” and give you a little kiss before trying to lighten the mood by playing with your hair or booping your nose or something lmao

hoshi - he would lock himself away and rake through his song library to find the perfect song that encompasses all his feelings, then find you and drag you to his room, making you sit down and listen to this perfectly selected song that can speak for him and he stands there facing you grooving to it, mouthing along to some parts and clutching at his heart at the end. luckily the fight wasn’t too serious or you would beat his ass. he’s too cute (and cunning), he knows that this way you would forgive him, but he’s still scared after the song ends when he has to start using his own words “what i say always gets me in trouble”

wonwoo - this one is hard because i really can’t see him getting into that much difficulty in a relationship? i think if something came up it would be because you wish he would communicate a bit more with what goes on deeper inside him. but he would apologise straight away after he saw the slightest change in you and explain that he just couldn’t find the right words to express himself eloquently. but i also feel sometimes he would stay up late and talk about things that would metaphorically say what he wants to tell you, very poetic man when the time is right

woozi - man is extremely gifted with his words and knows just what to say to you at any time. a huge comfort knowing that he is a word wizard because no matter what, he says what you need to hear. i actually don’t think he would like writing songs for you in the sense that his work and you are completely separate to him and if he merges them in any way it will lessen the importance he holds for you. he gives you himself in his raw form and wants you to accept that, as he’s such a perfectionist in his work. polishing his feelings for you in a song would take away the raw power of love he has for you. so he would just give you his feelings right there, apologising and letting the words fall so he gets his feelings out before he starts overthinking and they have the chance to form into something he doesn’t mean

dk - his emotions are so big he wears them on his sleeve which means when you two fight he is so visibly upset. overthinking 101 and might go to one of the members, probably minghao for advice. he would book a hotel in your favourite city, so you could get out of the environment that is straining your relationship. he would pack everything for you and would plan out your trip with a plan a and b incase you just wanted to relax together. he’s so giving and just wants to see you happy. it really hurts him when you’re stressed out. he’d serve on you hand and foot and that’s how he would apologise. at the end of the trip he would say he’s sorry for letting things get so rough between you two and promise to take better care of you

mingyu - he would knock on your bedroom door and whisper through it explaining how sorry he was, edging the door open, slowly shuffling in just so he can hold your head in his hands and wipe away the tears he caused with his thumbs. you wouldn’t make eye contact with him but he pulls you in to his chest to cuddle and rocks you while apologising and tries to sort the misunderstanding out while stroking your head. later on he would cook you your favourite meal and watch you eat it. he would refuse to eat any because its all for you, “and anyway, i’m already full with love”

minghao - goes for the longest walk to take time to mull it over and analyse. he’d learn from his mistakes and realise what he should have done and how to improve himself for you. but he wouldn’t take it as a negative. he would come home with food he had bought walking back to your place and explain how you two fighting is a sign of good emotional boundaries. it shows you still stand up for yourselves as individuals, not neglecting your own values and views. he would respect you even more and it’s a learning curve, just a bump in the road that strengthens your bond.

seungkwan - would be extremely worried and stressed out, replaying the fight over and over in his head. he would approach you very gently, wanting to talk. because you two always confided in each other, when you didn’t tell him what was going on he would begin overthinking and spiralling, he wouldn’t sleep or eat. he knows you need space but because you were so close, not knowing how you were feeling was wrecking him. he just wants to listen to you and know what is going on in that beautiful mind of yours!

vernon - classic romantic guy that will do acts of service and buy gifts like flowers, chocolates, clothes, cute classic apology gifts. he can’t figure out the right thing to say when he’s the one who made you upset, he doesn’t want to make it worse. only after the air had cleared a bit he would sincerely apologise and promise not to repeat his mistakes. he would take you out on a date to a fancy restaurant, but you would feel so out of place that you leave and go get takeout and ice cream instead, eating it in his car while listening to music. he would joke about how uncomfortable it was in the restaurant and how this is way better but he really wanted to treat you to show how much he cared for you. you'd have a very long, deep talk together in the car before heading home

dino - he would be so confused if you didn’t accept his apology right away and he’d ask all the members “why wont she forgive me i’ve done everything wikihow told me to” making them sigh in disappointment. when he starts to accept you’ll hate him forever, you finally forgive him. he is so happy, practically jumps on you to get you to go out and drink with him to celebrate. after way too many drinks he would confess how scared he was, how much he loves you and how he would do anything for you. you had to drag him home and tuck him into bed while he rambled on about how you’re the love of his life. he only stops saying that he loves you when he passes out in bed. when you get in he wraps his arm around you and mumbles “i love you” again before starting to snore in your face

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echobx · 29 days

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soulmates 4 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n has to face her ex and gets to know JJ better

warnings: smut thoughts, angst-ish, screaming, threatening, JJ being JJ, pranking, indication of smut

word count: 2.5k

author's note: this was fun to write and i hope you enjoy it

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“You must be JJ,” your mother's voice came to your ears, and you broke apart, not knowing how long you had just stood there kissing him. “I'm very sorry,” he apologized, but she just brushed it off. “Don't worry, my husband was way worse,” she laughed. “Still is,” she corrected herself, and you had the feeling that he had told her to say it. “I hope you like tacos,” she smiled at him. “I really don't want to intrude,” JJ said, and you suddenly felt very insecure, no, he felt insecure. “Nonsense, you're part of the family now,” your mom kept trying to pull him in, but he was too scared in a way. “Mom,” you looked at her and shook your head. “I mean, you don't have to, but you are always welcome, that's what I meant,” she spoke slowly while focusing on you. “I'm going to start cooking now,” she announced and turned to walk over into the kitchen. ‘Thank you,’ JJ smiled at you. ‘You don't have to stay, I know it's a lot,’ you admitted, but you couldn't shake the need of wanting to kiss him again, and he blushed a little over it. You turned to walk towards your room, his hand fast in yours, but he was still unsure; not because he didn't want to, but because your parents were so different from any he had ever met.

“This is my room,” you whispered as you walked inside. The small lavender colored room had just enough space for your bed, a desk, and the closet. You watched him take it all in, his ring adorned fingers running over the pictures that you had standing on your desk before turning around to smile at you. “Cozy,” he said sat down on your bed. JJ held out his arms, and you stepped over and in between his legs, his arms wrapped around you, his head leaning against your stomach as you let your hands run through his hair. ‘I want to show you something, but it's not going to be pretty,’ he thought, and you agreed to wanting to know anyway. ‘I trust you to not run away. I never told all of this to anyone,” he explained and you nodded. ‘I don't like running,’ you tried to lighten the mood, and he chuckled against your belly. The memories he showed you were painful to say the least, all of them were of his dad hurting him in more ways than you would have ever imagined, but then you watched him as he helped him leave. And the things he showed you changed. They got happier, no longer painful but just neutral in your eyes, but to him, they were the happiest memories he had with his dad; sharing beers, working on cars, teaching him how to ride a bike. “JJ-” you hushed rather speechless over everything, but he wasn't done yet. He showed you how he had taught himself to surf, how he learned stealing and lying until he was better at it than you would've ever imagined anyone being. His first time meeting John B, and every single time the two of them had done something incredibly stupid and gotten away with it. He showed you his first kiss with a Touron and even his first time, with a girl way older than him. Then the rush of endorphins upon seeing you for the first time, but the very last thing he decided to show you was the very faint picture of a beautiful blonde woman. “That's my life,” he whispered and looked up at you.

You were completely speechless, and if you knew how he had done it you would've shown him your life too, but you truly didn't know how. “You don't have to show me,” he whispered and hugged you tighter. But you really wanted to, you felt like you owed it to him. With your eyes screwed shut you tried to summon a particular memory, the one when your parents had explained the soulmate concept to you. You had been eleven at the time, with your first little crush and your parents had found it the right moment to tell you about love and about why they were so lucky to have each other, and you. Then you thought about your first kiss and how horrible it had felt, until you slipped away again. It felt like you lost control of your mind, but your memories kept playing. He found the first memory you had, playing in the mud with your old dog. He then moved on, skimming over a few, staying longer some other time until he found himself realizing how empty you had felt just two days before. “I'm sorry,” he gasped and let go of you, not just physically, but mentally. “How did you do that?” you asked, you didn't want to seem scared, but the fact that he had so easily taken over and controlled your whole being, was still scary. “I don't know,” he said, and you knew it was the truth.

“Bean!” your mom yelled, and you snapped around, she never yelled, she despised it, actually. JJ shook his head as you wanted to leave your room, he placed himself in front of you and walked out. “You know, it really doesn't make any sense, why him? Why did it have to be him of all people?” You could hear Kelce's voice coming from the living area. “We don't have a say in it. You are a smart young man, you know that,” your mom spoke slowly, she was scared. “Kelce, what are you doing?” JJ asked but didn't let you look past him. “You stole my girlfriend,” he laughed hysterically. “I didn't,” JJ said and lifted his hands. “She made the decision. I didn't tell her to do anything.” “I really regret not finishing you off last year,” Kelce said and my mom gasped. “She will never forgive you if you do this,” JJ breathed heavily, he tried not to show you how scared he was, but it didn't help much. ‘Go back into your room, please,’ he begged you, but you didn't listen to him, not even when you heard Kelce cock the gun he was apparently pointing at JJ. ‘I’m not leaving!’ “If I can't have her you can't have her either,” Kelce screamed.

“Fine, but don't do this here. We can go outside,” JJ tried to convince him, but you couldn't tell if it worked or not. ‘Remember what I showed you earlier? You just have to get behind him. No one will get hurt, trust me,’ JJ told you and stepped forward, walking towards the door and stepping outside as Kelce followed him, but as soon as you took a step forward he snapped around. “Stay right there, I don't want to hurt you,” he said and pointed the gun back at JJ, but his eyes stayed fixed on you. “You are hurting me already. You hurt me when you came in here and threatened my mom. You hurt me when you decided to not let me go. I know what you did to him, the pain you caused, how your hands closed around his neck, draining the air from my lungs,” you spoke quietly, tears falling down your cheeks. “No,” he shook his head. “I think it's worse that I know what it's like to kiss you dude,” JJ huffed and Kelce pressed the barrel of the gun into his back. You felt like hitting JJ over the head for his comment but then again Kelce was so overwhelmed with his anger that he didn't pay any attention to you anymore, but especially he hadn't looked into the direction of your mom a single time since starting to walk towards the door. He didn't even notice her sneaking up from behind him and hitting him over the head with a pan. Kelce fell to the ground with a loud thud, and you jumped forward and kicked the gun from his hand.

“See, worked like a charm,” JJ smirked and turned around. “I'm calling the police,” your mom cried out, but JJ shook his head. “Better idea,” he mumbled and checked the boy's pulse. “I don't think you want to be witnessing any of it though,” JJ mumbled and turned to your mom. ‘Tell her to leave. She can take the gun to Shoupe, the Sheriff, just say you found it somewhere,’ JJ told you while pulling out his phone. “Mom, you have to take the gun to the police station, I'll make sure that he's safe. Please, mom,” you told her and she nodded while eyeing JJ. She got a plastic bag from a drawer in the kitchen, and you put the gun inside, without putting any fingerprints on it. Then she left, and you hoped that your dad wouldn't be back until you had taken care of Kelce.

“What's the plan?” you asked JJ who turned around with a mischievous smile on his face. “Do you really want to know?” he asked, and you raised your eyebrow at him. ‘Pretending like I'm not going to find out either way. Now tell me what to do,’ you glared at him. “You know, I'm very glad that you didn't- You know,” he mumbled and started checking Kelce’s pockets for his phone. “Bingo,” he exclaimed and pulled the phone out and unlocked it by holding it to the unconscious boy's face. “What if I had? At least I didn't fuck my best friend and lie to her about my feelings,” you snapped at him. “I didn't lie,” he whispered and kept emptying the boy's pockets, collecting everything on the kitchen island. “I just didn't know what love was. The same bullshit that caused this.” He gestured at the knocked out Kelce lying on the floor or your home. Everything was so over the top and completely unbelievable that you couldn't help but laugh hysterically. “Fuck!” you screamed because it was so surreal that you had never felt more alive than at that moment. “He's so bad at kissing,” you laughed and fell down next to him.

“Good, he's still dressed, I don't like when you get ahead of yourself,” John B said, and you looked up at him. “What are we doing?” you ask and John B and JJ shared a knowing glance. “Let him out at the beach, but put his clothes in his car and drive it somewhere else,” John B explained quickly. “I wonder,” you mumbled and tried to figure out if waking up naked or wearing lingerie was worse. “That's evil,” JJ noted with a smirk. “Do you have one to spare?” You nodded and got up, walking into your room where you picked out a Hello Kitty T-string and then walked back outside, presenting it to the two boys. “Shit,” John B hissed before he burst out laughing.

JJ pulled you into him and kissed you longingly. His tongue filled your mouth and teased you, making you crave for more while continuously telling you how much he loved you. “I love you,” he whispered as you broke apart. “Love you more,” you replied with a light giggle, showing him the idea of letting him eat you out as you pulled on his hair. His eyes widened and he gulped. “We should really get to work,” he pressed out, and you stepped away, putting all of Kelce's belongings into a bag, without stopping your little daydream. “JJ, concentrate!” John B yelled at him, and you had to giggle. The boy's eyes fell on you, and he gave you a sharp look. “We have to be done before he wakes up. Whatever you are doing, please stop.” ‘Don’t stop,’ JJ begged, but you knew you had to. He wasn't strong enough to concentrate on what you had to do while your mind showed him so many things he dreamed of doing to you. “I think the problem isn't what I'm thinking about, just that, he can't do two things at once,” you giggled and smiled at John B. ‘Why are you so mean to me?’ JJ complained to you.

You let your head play your favorite song as John B drove you in the Twinkie towards the Boneyard. The three of you had debated whether Maze wouldn't be a better idea, but you didn't want to risk any kids being flashed in the morning when they came to surf. You laid him down on the dry sand, far enough from the sea to make sure he wouldn't run the risk of drowning. Then you helped JJ strip Kelce and put the very tiny underwear on him. “I didn't think it would be that small,” you wondered while taking the picture and posting it on Kelce's Instagram account with the title “I'm a pretty little girl.” “I'm so glad that I'm not on your bad side, princess,” JJ mused and kissed your cheek as he watched you hit post.

“You guys are diabolical,” John B laughed as he looked at his phone. “Oh, the best part is that no one can prove that it was us,” you smiled at him. “We just have to park his car somewhere conceivable,” JJ mumbled. “Like his favorite bar?” you asked and he nodded. “Remind me to never cross you,” John B laughed and stopped at your home. “I should take care of the car,” JJ said while getting out. “No, your fingerprints would be too obvious. Mine won't even be noticed,” you said and pulled the keys out of your pocket. “Besides, me dropping off the car will also not raise that much suspicion if anyone sees me.” “She's right,” John B agreed with you, but JJ didn't like the idea of letting you go off on your own, too scared that something might happen.

You got into the car and placed every single thing that Kelce had had in his pockets where it belonged. Neatly folding his clothes and laying them down on the passenger seat before driving off. It wasn't far from your home, and the bar didn't have too many customers that night. You put the keys under the sun visor and walked back home without anyone seeing you.

“I don't even care what you did, just promise me that this won't be a reoccurring thing.” You could hear your mom talk to JJ. “Done,” you said while walking inside and smiling at them. Your dad immediately hugged you. “Don't scare me like that again. It's really hard to stay focused on work like that.” “I don't think he'll ever dare to even look at me again,” you admitted and JJ couldn't stop himself from grinning. “It's not funny. I could've seriously injured him,” your mom cried out. ‘I’ve survived worse,’ JJ thought, and his eyes darted back at you. “You didn't though, you saved us, mom,” you said and hugged her. ‘I should be on the lookout, not that she tries to use that pan on me one day,’ JJ joked. ‘Will John B keep our secret?’ you asked, and he nodded as soon as you looked at him. ‘Deny, deny, deny, baby,’ he smirked. “Pizza?” he asked, and your parents looked at him perplexed. “It's the least I can do.”

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part 5

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jinkiezzsstuff · 2 months

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Zip Zap

Charlie x male!reader

Summary: Targeting the princess was an ambitious thing to do- also stupid especially when you had a heart for the princess and the power to protect her

Warnings: Short ;-; so sorry, attempted sexual assault, restraint with cuffs not consensual or kinky, gross guys intending to do gross things to charlie but never do, MALE READER, reader has lightening powers, could be read platonically or romantically i left it ambiguous, also not proofread! lemme know if i missed anything!

Word count: 1.5k

requested by: @wfig123 i truly hope this is what you wanted, i didn’t want to write anything too graphic! i’ll probably need to brush up a little more on writing action scenes because i was having trouble with it :0 womp womp

You had spent a good amount of time in hell, and a decent amount of sinners knew you, namely because of Vox. You tickled yourself occasionally by using the electrical power you had to fuck with the Vees, especially Vox.

You’d ruin the internet for Velvette by overcharging the nearest towers, you’d often fuck with Val too, purposefully frying his cameras, mic’s and laptops so he couldn’t record. Needless to say you had a bad but close relationship with the Vees.

Half way through the year exterminations close and tensions high, you’d befriended the hazbin hotel creator herself, Charlie. Honestly you adored her, she was bubbly, kind but also had bite, she was quick to apologize and tried her best to genuinely help sinners.

You lingered in the shadows the day she confronted Val with Angel, she of course wasn’t aware of this, neither was Angel to be fair. You knew how Val could be though, he was vindictive and he didn’t like when women made a mockery of him. So you kept your eyes on Val, especially after his run in with Charlie.

For a few weeks you’d be getting a strange feeling, something bad was going to happen and you knew it, you just didn’t know what. Pacing in the lobby of the hotel, lightening would spit out from various parts of your body as you stressed, the lights flickering at the electrical magnet surge you would cause.

As you paced rethinking plans and accounting for everyone in the hotel, Charlie happily skipped up to you, eyeing your tense form and the sizzling lights that spat out and all around you. “Hey are you okay? You’re looking a little uhm…” Charlie trialed off looking to the side as she did, you looked at her and it was evident she didn’t want to be rude, so she was trying to find the right words.

Smiling softly the lightening calmed just slightly fizzling out. “It’s okay Charlie, your allowed to say i look like shit.” You said humorously watching as Charlie’s face twisted into worry shaking her hands rapidly in front of her. “No no no, i didn’t mean that at all! Just, y’know, never seen you so, worked up?”

You hummed at her nodding, you didn’t exactly know what to tell her after all, you had nothing to really worry about, just anxious thoughts and paranoia. “Just some stupid lightening bullshit that comes with being me, that’s all hun. So, what’s up with you anything planned today?” You ask lamely attempting to avoid the silly truth of your stress. Charlie didn’t dwell on your excuse though as she perked up readying to explain the day.

“Yes! Oh M G, i am so excited im going to Rosie’s today and she is willing to endorse the hotel!” Charlie squealed spinning around excitedly. You chuckled warmly at her antics completely relaxed in her presence.

“Need someone to come with?” You asked her hopefully but she unfortunately was quick to reject claiming alastor was accompanying her. Shrugging it off you watched as she said goodbye to Husk and fled through the door at a rapid speed clearly excited to go.

Of course within twenty minutes of her being gone your worries got the best of you. You zapped around from place to place trying to figure out which way Charlie would take, or possibly Alastor. A few blocks away from cannible town you heard the unmistakable shout of a certain princess. With new motivation you practically flew towards the noise heart beating in your ears as you did.

In a tucked away alleyway six men had Charlie restraint with cuffs and wire. You recognized a few of the guys through Val, and you also picked up on the fact the handcuffs happened to be Val’s. Rage flooded your viens as you stalked toward the men, they had Charlie’s coat and polo unbuttoned, her poor mouth gagged.

She had been crying and you could only hope she’d only been here like this a few minutes before you showed up. You walked quiet ominously behind the men, they were too busy poking at Charlie too notice you creep up, lightening cascading around the ally like a force field. As the lightening got brighter and thicker, the men turned finally, but didn’t do anything.

“Hey man, come join this, we got the princess for whatever we want..” One of the demons chuckled beckoning you forward with idiotic trust in you. Then with your wordless command one strobe of lightning strung out violently, attaching itself to the demon like a parasite. The demon shook, screamed and begged for you to stop.

The other me speedily readied themselves to attempt to fight you, so with a smile and the quick flick of your hand, you spread the lightening out like an infection. The violent electric shock stung all of the demons bringing them to the floor paralyzed to the lightening that encased them.

You walked cautiously around their body’s, lightening never ceasing as you did so, and made your way to Charlie who silently wept. Pulling the rag from her mouth, you then moved onto undoing the cuffs around her ankles and wrists. “I’m so sorry i’m so sorry, i’m so scared,” Charlie cried to you, but you hushed her, picking up her body bridal style.

“Hey, it’s okay Charlie, it’s alright. I felt like something was wrong, I knew it. Let’s take a time out some where safe yeah?” Charlie nodded against your chest, burying herself further in your warmth.

On top a tall roof was where you sat Charlie down, inspecting her wounds and gently messaging the marks the cuffs left. “I’m sorry i wasn’t there fast enough.” You say looking into her sad eyes, she smiled weakly at you shaking her head ever so slightly. “No it’s okay, most guys down here wouldn’t have helped. Thank you.” You scoffed lightly, doing up her blouse that the demons undid.

“That’s disgusting no thank yous are required these filthy pigs should know better.” You spat angrily, softly Charlie grabbed your hands tears returning. “They said Valentino sent them, did you- do you think i did the right thing?” Your mouth opened then shut, of course you had the idea it was Val but the confirmation just sets you ablaze.

The lightening around you unwilling returned as you pulled Charlie into an embrace. “You did do the right thing. Don’t ever don’t what a great person you are for standing up to him and standing up for all these sinners. I’m not even gonna ask where horned head was to protect you because Alastor is aloof, but i promise i will always be here to make sure you’re safe.” You promised looking into her eyes to convey your certainty.

Her heavy heart lifted at that, after all it was nice to feel as though she had someone other than Vaggie caring to protect her. “Thank you, also Alastor got distracted by Vox, told me to go on without him. Guess that was part of the plan, huh?”

The lightening snapped and crackled at Charlie’s explanation but you only smiled petting her hair gently. “I’m going to fuck the three of them up those electronic dependant dick holes.” You cursed frutratingly enjoy the bubbles of laughter that escaped Charlie as you did.

After bringing Charlie back to the hotel safely, helping her with setting up a relaxing bath to rub off the filth of the demons, you went out to shut down the entire power grid on the Vee turf, hopefully sending enough of a message to stay away from your favourite princess.

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likeahorribledream · 3 months

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new guy

» CHAPTER TEN: A LITTLE GUIDANCE

CHAPTER NINE

SUMMARY: WHAT LIES AHEAD FOR YOU AND RANSOM?

PAIRING: Ransom x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5.0K

WARNINGS: Fluff, angst. New Girl AU.

REQUEST: Librarian!Reader, she’s shy and insecure about her appearance.

18+. Minors DNI.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

As soon as the door slams shut Theo and Chase come out of his room, looking around to see if the coast is clear.

"How bad do you think it is?" Theo asks.

"Pretty bad." Chase sighs. "I'm gonna go check up on her." He stops in front of your door and knocks softly. "It's me, princess. Can I come in?"

You poke your head out from under the covers long enough to tell him to come in and disappear under them again right after.

"Are you ok?" Your best friend asks as he closes the door behind him and walks over to your bed.

"No. I'm not." Your voice breaks as more tears rush out of you.

"What happened?" He sits on the edge of your bed and pushes back the covers to let you breathe.

"I don't want to talk about it." You keep your back to him, curling up on yourself.

He reaches over to you and rubs your back. "Where's Ransom?"

You shrug. "I don't know, I think he- he left." You reach for a pillow and hug it tightly to your chest to try to calm yourself down.

"Want me to stay with you?" He pushes back your hair, away from your face.

"Can I be alone, please?" You whisper, scared that if you speak any louder you're going to break.

"Of course. If you need me or Theo, just send us a text." Chase leans down and kisses your temple before standing up. "We love you." He adds before leaving.

Ransom waits for his Über to show up to take him to his destination.

"If you want a good tip and review I'd recommend not talking unless it's to ask for directions.."

The driver nods as he looks at him through the mirror. "Got it."

With now time to think about what he wants to say, Ransom writes a few things down on his phone to make sure not to forget anything. He has a lot of questions to ask.

The driver, as promised, keeps his mouth shut and Ransom gives him 5 stars and a $50 tip just for leaving him alone.

He gets out of the car and up the few steps that lead to the front door, going in right after knocking.

It's only been a few months since he has stepped into this house but it feels like it has been years. Things change quickly, he has changed too. Probably more so in the past few months than he has over the past 10 years.

"I thought we were finally rid of you." Fran sighs as she sees Ransom walking toward her.

"Fuck off." He says as he walks past her to his grandfather's office. He knocks but this time he waits for permission before walking in.

"I like the beard and longer hair. It suits you." Harlan says to him as he takes a seat.

"Mh. Thanks." He runs his fingers through his hair.

"Not a fan of the bloodshot eyes though."

Ransom sighs and glances down at the desk before looking back up. "Why did you have kids?"

Harlan sits back in his chair and looks at his grandson, really looks at him, frowning. "What do you mean?"

"Have you always wanted kids? Is it because Nana and Great Nana wanted them for you? Why did you choose to have kids?"

Harlan takes a moment to really think about his answer, he's not sure why Ransom is asking him this but he has a feeling that his answer could potentially change Ransom's opinion. Whatever it is. "I don't know how it happened." He says sincerely. "I don't remember ever thinking about wanting to have kids until I met your Nana. I was a lot like you when I was younger. Reckless and handsome." He teases to lighten up the mood. "You often hear people say "I met the love of my life and my world got turned upside down" but when I met the love of my life my world finally made sense. All the puzzle pieces fell into place and everything felt right. I loved her with all of my being, still do. There's not a day that I don't miss her but she's not really truly gone because I see little pieces of her in every single one of you." He smiles fondly. "I can't say when exactly I decided to have kids, all I remember is thinking that the world would be a better place with more of her in it. Now that she's gone, I'm glad I have all of you to remind me of her."

"Would you still choose to have kids if you knew how bad we were going to turn out?"

"Not everyone turned out bad and it's not entirely their fault if they did."

"Meg is fine but the rest of us, not so much."

"You turned out fine." Harlan looks at Ransom with a smile and pride in his eyes.

Ransom can't help but laugh. "In what world did I turn out fine?"

"Look at how much you've changed since I cut you off, how much you've grown. For the first time in… years, you look happy. Genuinely happy."

Ransom shrugs and looks down. "I was."

"It's that girl, right? Your friend that Marta helped? You fell in love."

It's not a question, it doesn't need to be.

"What happened?"

Rubbing his hands over his face and sighing, Ransom feels close to breaking down again. "She wants to have kids."

"And you don't?" Harlan asks curiously.

"Why would I? With how fucked up our family is, I don't need to put that kind of burden on a child or on her. She deserves better. My dad cheats on my mom constantly, they both hate me and each other." He shakes his head. "I'll be a shitty dad and a shitty husband."

"Tell me, do you think your dad stops to think "am I being a shitty husband?" before cheating on your mother?"

"Fuck no." Ransom laughs but there's no joy to it.

"Exactly."

Ransom frowns and raises a brow, confused. "Exactly, what?"

Harlan chuckles and sits up on his chair, leaning forward on his desk. "You are not your father. You are nothing like your father. You love her, you care about her. Let's forget about your parents, about this family. It's just you and her in the world, would you have kids with her?"

"Of course I would. She's my whole fucking world, I'd do anything for her. I'd give her anything she asked for but this is the real world and Drysdale men don't make good fathers."

"Then break the cycle." Harlan says, like it's the most obvious solution.

"Oh, right. Sure. Just like that." Ransom answers, clearly being sarcastic as he rolls his eyes.

"Why not? Are you a good boyfriend to her?"

"I don't know. I guess."

"Do you love her? Show her affection? Treat her right? Take care of her? Respect her?"

"I do."

"Then you've already broken the cycle of Drysdale men being shitty boyfriends or husbands. If you can do that then you can break the bad father cycle."

"What if I can't and I end up ruining her life and the kid's life?"

"What if you can and you end up being happy with a great family?"

"I hate it when you answer my question with a question." He shakes his head.

"I know you do." Harlan chuckles.

"I'm scared I might have lost her." Ransom admits, so quietly that Harlan almost missed it.

"If you love her then fight for her. If you just give up then you're sure to lose her. Go home, fix it."

Ransom runs a hand through his hair. "We have two roommates, they are protective of her, they probably won't let me talk to her alone and if they do they'll just hide and listen to everything."

"Here." Harlan opens his desk drawer and pulls out a set of keys. "Send them there."

"Are those the keys to my old house?"

"Those are the keys to the house that I paid for. Now go, fight for your girl. Make me proud."

Ransom stands up and takes the keys. He walks over to the door and opens it, turning around to add one more thing. "Please don't tell anyone about me and her. I don't want them anywhere near my relationship."

Harlan nods. "You got it. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you. For everything."

His grandfather smiles at him. "I'm proud of you Ransom."

He walks out of the house while taking his phone out of his pocket and tries to call you. He's not surprised when you don't pick up, it was to be expected. He hangs up to get an Über and he's surprised to see how late it is already. He hadn't realized that so much time had passed. It's almost dinner time but it feels later than that because of how dark it already is outside.

On his ride home, Ransom thinks about how or what he'll need to do to get you alone without the guys.

Once he gets dropped off near the building, he calls Theo to say he needs to see both he and Chase to clear the air before seeing you. After the call, he runs up the stairs and waits until he's sure they are gone.

After the night they had locked you up in the loft together you had confiscated the keys from that specific lock and put them all in a drawer in the kitchen so while the guys are moving down to the first floor, Ransom quietly sneaks into the loft and locks the door. He leaves the key just in case one of you wants to get out, he doesn't want to hold you hostage he just wants to keep the guys out until he has had a chance to have a real talk with you.

He sends them a quick text to tell them where he hid the key of his old house with the address. The guys would be pissed if they weren't so impressed by how quickly Ransom has learned to play by their rules. Plus, there are worse ways to spend your Saturday night than in a giant, beautiful house.

Once he's sure the guys won't be interrupting anything Ransom takes off his shoes and his jacket, leaving them close to the front door. He takes a few deep breaths to settle his nerves before heading to your room.

He usually loves moments when the loft is calm and in complete silence, like right now, but tonight he wishes there would be a noise, a sound, anything to cover his nervous heartbeat and the blood rushing through his veins at an incredible speed.

Ransom turns the knob and walks in without a sound before closing the door again. He moves closer to your bed, his heart clenching painfully at the sight of you looking so small and fragile, almost broken. He hates that he did this to you.

Lifting up the covers, Ransom carefully gets into your bed and lies behind you. A sigh of relief almost escapes his lips when you don't flinch or tense up at his presence, counting it as a small win.

You have no idea what time it is, all you know is that you've spent the entire day in bed crying, sleeping or staring at the wall in front of you. You're tired and your body aches from lying in the same position for hours on end, yet you can't find the energy to move. Not even to turn around. Chase and Theo check up on you often to make sure you don't need anything, maybe that's why you're able to tell right away when it's Ransom who comes in and not one of your other roommates.

You let him get in and settle down right behind you without saying anything. What is there to say that hasn't already been said earlier?

What you don't expect is for him to reach over and wrap his arm around you, like he always does, and you feel terrible for jumping the way you do. Ransom tries to move his arm away when he sees and feels you get scared but you stop him, putting your hand on top of his.

Ransom's eyes are burning with unshed tears as he wraps his front around your back, getting as close to you as physically possible.

"I'm sorry for leaving the way I did." He says quietly, not surprised to hear the pain in his own voice. "Can you turn around, please?"

You hesitate but slowly turn around to be facing him. As soon as he sees your face he moves his hand away from your waist and uses it to wipe off the fresh tears on your cheeks, not realizing that his own are now running free.

"I'm so sorry, kitten. I'm so fucking sorry." He whispers, knowing that his voice can't get any louder without breaking or wavering.

You're fast to cover his cheeks with your hands, using your thumbs to make his tears disappear as soon as they come out. "You don't have to apologize. Sometimes things just don't work out." You give him the tiniest of smiles to show him you're not mad. You could never be mad at him for knowing what he wants or doesn't want.

Ransom's eyes widen as he realizes why you think he's apologizing. "No, no, no, no." He says quickly and puts his index finger under your chin to make you look in his eyes. "I went to see Harlan today and we talked, for hours. You were right. I'm not my dad and I'll never be my dad. I love you, I'm fucking crazy about you and I never want to hurt you. I promise I'll never cheat on you or do anything else to hurt you, to hurt us."

"Oh, Ran. I know you won't. The thought never even crossed my mind and I love you, I really do that's why it hurts so much but we want different things. As much as I love and adore you, I haven't changed my mind about wanting to have kids. I'm sorry."

"I know, kitten. That's what I'm trying to say." He grabs your cheeks with both of his hands and rests his forehead against yours. "I changed my mind."

Your eyes widen and you quickly sit up. "Are you for real?"

"Yes." He sits up too, facing you.

"A few hours ago you didn't even want to think about having kids, Ran this isn't like changing your mind about getting a cat."

"Like I said, I talked to Harlan and he opened my eyes on a few things." He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers linger across your cheek. "If it were someone else, I wouldn't have changed my mind but it's you. I know you won't be scared to call me out if I do something bad and I know I'll love our kids because they will be yours. I really thought about it, I'm sure."

You stare at him speechless. "Maybe you should take some more time to think about it." You suggest, a little taken aback.

"I don't need to."

You're shocked that he has changed his mind so rapidly but also shocked that you believe him even if you think an afternoon isn’t enough to make such a big decision. He seems so sure of himself, there's not even an ounce of doubt in his voice, in his words or in his eyes.

Before you try to argue again, Ransom closes the distance between the two of you and kisses you. It starts off chaste and soft but it quickly turns sloppy and full of need, full of desire. One of his hands travels down your body to the small of your back where his hand then moves under your shirt. He sighs at the contact of your warm, soft skin and moves closer to you.

You put your hands to the back of his head where you tangle your fingers in his hair to keep him close, as if he'd ever dare to leave you like this.

Ransom kisses the corner of your lips and trails down from your cheek to the side of your neck to give you a chance to breathe. He sucks and nips at the skin, smiling against your neck when he feels you shiver.

You bite your lower lip and close your eyes to let yourself get lost in his touch.

He lifts up his head and he grins at the sight in front of him. "You look so beautiful." He presses his lips to yours, stealing your breath once more. He helps you lie down on your back, holding himself up with one hand flat on the mattress while the other is still on your back. He lowers himself with you and settles his body on top of yours, between your legs so as to not crush you under his weight. His hand that's on your back moves from under you and comes to take yours instead, intertwining his fingers with yours as he raises them above your head to rest on the pillow.

Once again Ransom breaks off the kiss to let you breathe and instead presses soft kisses all over your cheeks, forehead and nose. He stops to look down into your eyes when he feels you cupping his cheek in the palm of your free hand to get his attention.

"I love you." You say softly after feeling the urge to say it first this time.

Ransom's breath hitches in his throat and he gently squeezes your hand that he's holding. He gets lost in his own mind for a few moments, trying to think back to the last time that someone told him they loved him and meant it. For years girls have told him they loved him, not because that was how they felt but because they thought it could get them expensive gifts or money. It didn't. Those three little words have always turned Ransom off, until tonight. He used to hate hearing them but now they might be his favorite words. "Fuck." He curses quietly under his breath, his heart is pounding in his chest in the most wonderful way. "I love you." He adds quickly right before kissing the tip of your nose. "Wanna get started on those babies?" He asks you, cheekily as he wiggles his eyebrows and grins down at you.

You can't help but laugh at his playful attitude. You tilt your head a little to the side, matching his playfulness. "Are you sure you want the babies and not just the baby making?"

"I'm a big, big fan of the baby making." He smirks. "But I'm gonna be an even bigger fan of the babies that come from it."

You shake your head as you smile, amused. "How about for right now we practice and we can talk about babies tomorrow morning?"

"Anything you want, my love." He smiles as he leans down to kiss you. The moment your lips touch, his playfulness is gone and all of his focus is on making you feel good, beautiful and loved beyond words. Over and over again until you're both too exhausted to move.

Ransom rolls off of you and lies on his back next to you, letting you both catch your breath. You wiggle closer until you’re flushed against his side and rest the back of your head on his bicep. He moves his head to look at you and smiles at how relaxed and at peace you look. He wraps his index finger and thumb on both sides of your jaw to angle your head in the right direction to give him easy access to your lips as he leans in to kiss you. He nips at your bottom lip before pulling away.

‘’We totally just made a baby, I can feel it.’’ He rests his head back on the pillow and looks up at the ceiling.

You laugh and take the hand that was on your face, holding it between yours as you close your eyes. ‘’I think it’s going to take a little while before we do. At least I hope so.’’

Ransom frowns and turns his head to look at you. ‘’What’s that supposed to mean?’’

You blindly trace his pinky ring with the tip of your finger, slowly opening your eyes to look back at him. ‘’I love how excited you are about this but we don’t need to have a kid now. We need money, lots of it and our own place because I’m not taking care of a newborn baby on top of taking care of Theo and Chase.’’

‘’Right.’’ He sighs. ‘’I keep forgetting that money is an issue for me now.’’

You raise a hand to his beard and gently scratch with your fingers along his jawline. ‘’We just need to come up with a plan, to make sure we’re ready when it does happen. If we did make a baby tonight, we’ll make it work but I’d like to be prepared.’’

‘’It’s a good thing that one of us is smart.’’

‘’Don’t say that, you’re smart too.’’

‘’Oh, I know. I was talking about myself.’’ He laughs at your shocked gasp and kisses your temple. ‘’I’m just teasing.’’

You sit up to put your shirt and leggings back on. ‘’I hope you enjoyed getting laid earlier because that was the last time in a very long while.’’ You stick out your tongue at him before hurrying out of your bed and heading to the bathroom to take a shower.

‘’No, come back.’’ He tries to stop you from getting out of bed but you’re too quick. ‘’Kitten.’’ He whines and smiles when he hears you laugh. He gets out of bed and follows you to the bathroom, not bothering with putting on any clothes since it’s just the two of you and he has locked out your other two roommates. ‘’What are we doing?’’ He asks, innocently.

‘’I’m taking a shower.’’ You turn on the water to let it warm up before getting in.

‘’What a great idea for us to take a shower.’’

You bite down on your lip, trying not to laugh and encourage him. You shake your head instead.

He leans down to kiss the side of your neck, covering every inch of skin with his lips as he puts his hands under the front of your shirt to cover your stomach. ‘’Need some help with your clothes, kitten?’’ He nips at the skin right under your ear, making you shiver.

You slightly lean back into him, making him think he has won but you quickly snap out of it and pull away. ‘’I got it, thanks. I’ll be done soon if you want to take a shower after.’’ You take off your clothes and walk inside the shower, closing the door behind you as you step under the water.

A few seconds later you feel a big gush of cold air coming in, making you aware that Ransom has opened the door. He steps in and stands behind you as he closes the door right after.

‘’Ran, what are you doing?’’ You don’t turn around, your poker face sucks and you want to pretend to be mad for as long as you can.

‘’Just making sure my beautiful baby mama is safe.’’ He wraps his arms around your shoulders and kisses the back of your head.

You laugh quietly and lean back into him. ‘’I’m not a baby mama yet.’’

‘’Yet. But I’m working on it..’’ He moves his hands to rest on top of your stomach and you almost melt at how adorable he is being since coming back from Harlan’s.

A small part of you wants to tease him and tell him that he’s being super cheesy but the sincerity in his voice stops you. Instead you put your hands on top of his and relax under the hot water.

‘’Ran?’’ You say his name quietly after a few minutes of just holding one another.

‘’Yes, my love?’’

‘’I’m starving.’’

He chuckles. ‘’Yeah, me too. Let’s wash up and then we can go out.’’

‘’Out? Ransom Drysdale are you taking me out on a date?’’ You turn your head to look up at him.

He smiles and kisses your forehead. ‘’I don’t know if you can call it a date because I definitely can’t afford fancy restaurants but we’re going out to eat.’’

‘’Well, lucky for you I’m more of a small restaurant kinda girl. Small prices, big portions and I have my own money.’’

‘’I’m paying and I sure am lucky.’’ He smiles before letting go of you to grab the soap.

By the time you get out there is no more hot water but neither of you care. You head back to your rooms to get dressed and meet back at the front door.

You’ve decided to walk to the small italian restaurant a few blocks away, you’ve gone often but Ransom hasn’t had a chance to eat there yet and you have a feeling he’s going to love it. You, Theo and Chase have been going there for years and the owners know you well, they often give you discounts that you pay back in their tip.

You sit at your usual table and Ransom surprises you by sitting next to you instead of sitting across from you. You are so used to your boyfriends being either ashamed of being seen with you or trying to hide that they have a girlfriend in case they run into their other girlfriends that you’re always pleasantly surprised to see Ransom doing the exact opposite. He puts his arm on the back of your chair once he's settled and runs his fingers up the back of your neck as he takes one of the menus to decide on what to eat.

You on the other hand don't even look at the menu because you know exactly what you're going to eat, the same thing as usual.

"Everything looks so good." He says as he flips through the few pages with his free hand.

"It tastes even better, I promise."

"I bet. It smells amazing in here." He quickly glances around to see what is on other people's plates to potentially help him make a decision. There are so many choices and it's hard to choose just one.

A waiter comes over to pour you water and take your orders, leaving swiftly after.

Ransom gets closer and kisses your cheek as he reaches for his glass of water at the same time with his free hand, taking a few quick sips before putting it down. He watches as you lean into his side, smiling as he watches you yawn and rest your head on his shoulder. Bringing his hand up to your head, he gently strokes your hair while kissing the top of your head. "Tired, my love?"

You nod. "Yes. Today was exhausting."

His heart clenches at the painful thought of everything he put you through today. "I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, Ran."

"Yes, I do. I hurt you and I made you cry. I'm sorry."

You tilt your head to be able to look at him without having to move away from his shoulder. "You didn't hurt me or make me cry. I was scared that we were done and I didn't want us to be."

"You're not getting rid of me that easily." He teases, smiling lovingly down at you.

"Good, I don't want you to go anywhere." You smile back at him, a look of pure adoration in your eyes.

Anyone that would look at the two of you right now could see, without even knowing you, that you're in love with each other. The looks, the smiles and the touches are filled with respect and need for each other that makes it beautiful to watch the interaction between you two.

You barely let go of each other long enough to eat and as soon as you're done you find yourself back into Ransom's side.

The same waiter from earlier comes back over to clear your plates and ask if you need anything else.

"I'm full, thank you." You smile before finishing your water and putting your empty glass back on the table.

"Just the check."

You try to pay for your half of the bill but Ransom insists on paying, you know better than to try and fight him. Instead you might "find" $20 in his jeans pockets while doing the laundry, that you'll make sure to give back.

You walk back to the loft with your arm around his waist and his arm around your shoulders. Walking is a great way to help the food go down but the air is getting cold and gets through your clothes.

Once in the elevator Ransom pushes on the button for your floor and wraps his arms around you, hiding you under his coat to help warm you up. Back in the apartment, he locks the door again to keep the other two out for the night and meets you in the bathroom to brush his teeth as you do the same. You both head back to his room, closing the door behind you, then taking off your clothes to get into his bed. He stays in only his briefs while you steal one of his t-shirts to cover yourself with for the night.

"I love you, thank you for tonight." You press a kiss to his chest before laying your head on top of his heart, just in time to hear it flutter at the first three words of your sentence.

"I love you." He rubs your back, closing his eyes as he breathes you in.

Thankfully the day ends in the exact same way it started: You in the arms of the man that you love feeling good and protected, right where you belong.

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skeletinmoss · 6 months

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Tutorial for @mimssides

How I draw with alcohol markers. Beginner edition

First off all I want to specify: this is based on my experience only, so take it with caution. This is also my first tutorial ever.

1) Have an underpaper.

Unless you use some really thick paper, markers will bleed on your next page or table ( depending if you're drawing in a sketchbook or not). I recommend to have one list of some decent paper under the page you're drawing on. Decent means thicker than office paper, can be watercolor paper, it usually perfect for it. It's reusable and over the years mine two look like this:

( you can see there's a lot of stuff going on there)

2) Always, and I mean ALWAYS erase your sketch.

If you're doing a quick try out of color combinations you can skip this step, because you don't need the aesthetic or anything. I'm not sure how useful this tip is for colored pencils ( cuz I never sketch with those), but with regular graphite pencil it's very much important. Graphite smudges your markers, and not only that. It also gets trapped if you go over it with a marker, meaning you wouldn't be able to erase it and it's going to leave you with gray smudges all over. Truly awful.

3) Have your pallets on the same paper you draw on. Or simply - have pallets!

Colors can show differently on different paper, that's why it's important to do color swatches once you buy your markers. They are designed for specific paper, and on your paper they can look a lot darker or really pale. I recommend testing colors before you buy them, it's usually an option in the most craft stores. If you're buying a set just take 30 minutes to do all the swatches and naming them. It also helps visually to see what colors you have.

(I have a lot, but you don't need as much, there's like 60 colors I use usually and the rest are on rare occasions. Build a set you're comfortable with)

4) Make sure your materials all work together.

We already talked about graphite swatches, not the worst thing that can happen to you. Mainly you need to make sure how your materials work together, how they lay on top of each other. Make sure your lineart won't react to your markers, there's special waterproof liners and those are the best for markers ( mine are Pigma Micron from Sakura). See how your pens and liners act before and after you apply markers.

Decide which is better to use before and which after markers

5) No black.

I don't use black in any of my drawings. All you see is different shades of gray. It looks much more pleasant with the rest of the colors and it allows for my lineart to be visible underneath. Sometimes even those grays are too dark and I need to add more shades or white lineart to fix it

6) How to shade.

This is a very subjective thing to talk about. You can shade how you want. I will talk about two ways I shade.

1. Same marker. Markers dry. And when they do you can go over them another time. Usually that makes a darker shade of the same color and it's a pretty safe way to do the shading if you don't know which colors can go together. It doesn't work as well on the light colors and difference can be barely noticeable. It's a nice way to get soft shading

2. The pure chaos. Just kidding... Different color marker. It's hard to explain, and yo always need to test what works for you. If you want sharper shade you need to grab a different color, can be from the same hue ( for yellow - orange, for red - burgundy) or something a little more spicy. You can add different hues to your colors with different shades ( your black with red shades is suddenly looks burgundy, or purple, or blue). Experiment! Fail! Find out which combinations work and which don't!

If color seems a little darker than you expect you can go over it with original color, which might lighten it up. This tip doesn't always work

7) How to do gradients.

1. Choose your colors beforehand, see how well they work together. It's easy to do a gradient from red to pink, but not so much from orange to blue. You might need to choose lighter colors, because if you want smooth transition from one color to another you will need to go over them a couple of times and that will darken them.

2. Add a middle color. Not every gradient needs a middle color, but with it you can make your gradient much smoother, it will be more noticeable the bigger aria you cover. The more middle colors you have the more harder gradients you can do

( without and with a middle color)

3. Act quickly. Markers dry relatively quickly so you need to add colors one after the other, you can't go away before you're done.

4. Blend with the lighter color. You can also start with this color as a base but that doesn't work for all color combinations. Lighter color will go in top a darker and flow into it making it lighter and transition smoother. ( example: you go from red to purple to cyan, you will need to start with red, then purple going over red to soften it, and finally the lightest cyan going over purple and maybe even a little red). You always put darkest first and go over it.

There's other methods of doing the gradients. They are very similar actually, but for second one you will need a blender. For the first one grab two markers you want to use ( more if you're feeling risky) turn one of the markers upside down and touch their tips. Now use your understanding of gravity. Color from the top marker will go into the bottom one. The longer you wait the longer the gradient will be. Usually I don't need to wait longer than 3 seconds.

And you can do the same with a blender

8) How to use a blender.

Blender is a marker with no color. Usually it's named B000 (I recommend buying a blender with brush tip). There are many ways to use it.

Gradients: you can use two markers technique with a blender making gradient fade on one end, or you can mix colors inside the blender.

Fixing mistakes: blender will make a white show through your color, you can use it to get rid of the wrong color. But it doesn't work without some problems. Of course darker colors will likely stay, even if much lighter, and your previous color will try to flee ( likely to other sides, if you're lucky it will go on your underpaper)

That's all I have for you today. Experiment and learn something new. Hope that helps

#traditional art #art advice #tutorial #art tutorial #long post

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shanjisan · 8 months

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Your boyfriend on top of you, his hands caressed the thin straps of your shirt pulling them down and exposing your neck and the top of your breasts. They parted for lack of air and he looked at you with a mischievous smile.

"Apparently you missed me a lot didn't you, princess?" leaving little kisses all over your neck and chest tickling you.

"Yes I missed you a lot, Kyle. Although I don't actually remember us planning on seeing each other today" you hummed nervously remembering in how you were just about to call him before he walked into your room unannounced.

"We didn't really have anything specific planned, but I just wanted to see you and maybe we can take advantage of the time and watch a movie, if you don't have anything better to do. And in case if there is something more important I brought some things which I know you won't be able to resist to stay."

"Oh yeah, and what are those things you brought?"

"I brought some brownies, some chocolate strawberry milkshake, chips and also some ingredients to make the caramelized chicken you like so much."

You looked at him with a big smile, truly this man knew everything you liked. You shook your head at him and told him you didn't have any plans.

Kyle got up and grabbed your arms to pull you up so he could go fix you some food before looking for a movie. You did your best not to get out of bed and have the blanket fall off. Kyle gave you a confused look.

"What's wrong? Do you have something hidden under here that you don't want to show me?"

Your nervous look and the nibble on your lower lip did nothing to disguise it, your hands and arms were trembling slightly and your heart was now hammering loudly in your chest.

You closed your eyes and tried to regulate your breathing, now Kyle was no longer looking at you with playful eyes but now there was only concern.

"Kyle, there is something we need to talk about before we continue in our relationship and I mean maybe after I tell you this you may never want to see me again " Your voice was almost an inaudible whisper.

Kyle looked at you seriously and sat back down but this time near the edge, giving you some space and also processing what you just told him.

Uncertainty was not his best friend and he certainly liked to tread lightly. You could both feel the tension and discomfort, you looked at each other for what seemed like hours.

" I uh don't know how to start, this is a little awkward, I want you to know that if you feel like leaving and never seeing me again I will accept it and there will be no hard feelings" came the words out of your mouth with a hint of hurt, you did everything not to look him in the eye. "There's a reason why I haven't wanted to have more intimate relations like sex haha".

Your laugh definitely didn't lighten the situation but it did make Kyle settle a little closer on your bed.

"I've been having this problem with my, you know, my thing."

He raised an eyebrow at you and you could almost hear the nuts and bolts turning in his head trying to guess what the fuck you meant.

"I have a problem with my vagina, Kyle. She's like big but really big like a horrible fucking monster."

Your boyfriend's eyes went from a serious expression to almost popping out of their sockets. It was almost funny how quickly his face changed expression. But the silence was disturbing, you expected him to get up and leave at any moment, instead you only got a case sigh of relief and a smile that showed his almost sharp fangs.

"So that's a problem because…?

It definitely wasn't the answer you were expecting, and your pouty pouty face only made his grin deeper

"It's okay babe, I'm sorry I shouldn't have joked, but I really don't see the problem with that, you know you're perfect for me."

"Aren't you going to run out of here and break up with me?

"Fucking hell, of course not. But how about showing me?

He made you slowly get up from the bed and you placed your feet on the large shag carpet, your quilt had been left lying on the bed. You were now in full view, Kyle's hands now held your hips and his thumbs massaged your skin, his gaze was fixed on your face looking at how pretty and tender you looked.

"I'm going to look now, okay?" you answered him yes.

Butterflies rippled in your stomach. Kyle's eyes slowly lowered to the place you were so ashamed of yourself, you watched as his chest rose and fell and his jaw tightened.

"Oh my fucking god."

Now you were here with your back leaning against the bar of your bed with your hands clenching painfully into fists at the edge of your shirt, your shorts had been ripped off and thrown on the floor around your feet.

Kyle's tongue licked over and over your folds, his fingers squeezed your folds rubbing them together, your clit throbbed for attention and your wetness gushed out combining with your boyfriend's drool.

"why the fuck did you hide this fucking pussy from me."

His tongue was slipping between your lips and disappearing inside you.

The sight before Kyle was like being inside a fucking dream, he had longed to be between your legs and watch your pretty face crumple in satisfaction as his tongue ripped everything from you.

His tongue kept disappearing between your folds and lightly flicking your clit without ever giving it the attention it needed.

He wanted to see you break, you were still a little tense. Your hands slowly moved to grasp the back of his head.

"Please, please, please, please Kylee."

"What is it love, do you want something? Just tell me."

He kept playing with you in a punishing way, he wanted you to have confidence to take whatever you wanted, after all he would do anything for you.

You moved your hips gently, rocking against his tongue up and down, focusing on rubbing until you touched that special button.

"Oh god Kyle, there there there please don't stop please."

Kyle didn't stop, his tongue swirled so deliciously, he rubbed his fingers against your wetness, sliding his middle and index finger into your entrance playing with you, feeling you trying to squeeze his fingers inside you. He pulled away from you and with his other hand he held yours and brought them up to his mouth, licking them leaving them wet then bringing them down to your pussy.

"Touch that fucking clit princess" your fingers moved slowly with shyness that faded as you felt Kyle's fingers enter you.

You moaned endlessly, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, you felt like you were in heaven.

"Come on pretty girl, I'm just getting started. Does it feel good in here?" Kyle arched his fingers inside you in a good spot "or do you prefer here?" he rubbed against a spot that was perfect.

You could only respond with moans and rocking against his fingers, fucking you so good without stopping.

The knot inside your stomach unraveled without warning, you only managed to moan as you cum on your boyfriend's face and letting your body relax against the bar of your bed almost falling off and Kyle quickly catching you.

"So you liked it then?" you could feel your cheeks heat up from remembering what had happened an hour ago.

You nodded softly hugging him and trying to hide your face in his neck. He let out a laugh and then kissed the top of your head, he loved seeing you so comfortable with him like this. Both of you naked on the bed and cuddling, his leg between yours.

"Entonceees… Why don't you make me a reverse cowgirl so I can get a good look at this delicious pussy?"

"Kyleee."

I really wrote this in two hours and maybe it sucks, but I couldn't get it out of my head, this goes for those people who have pussy as big as mine.💙I appreciate the comments and reblogs.💙English is not my native language, if you see any mistakes please correct me and be kind please.

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