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enha-roza · 29 days ago

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MONEY, MONEY, MONEY

Jay x 8thmember!oc

Synopsis : Jay likes to spend his money on Sooyoung.

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Jay had money, everyone knew that. And another thing everyone knew was that Jay liked to spend his money on Sooyoung. Jay adores Sooyoung and there is nothing more he likes than spoiling her.

The members had started the day with a couple of schedules and then headed home after. Jay sat in the kitchen looking at what food to order when Sooyoung came in looking through the cupboards. “What are you ordering?” “Maybe some Chinese. Want some?” He watched as Sooyoung’s eyebrows scrunched. “Nah, I'm good…” she said mindlessly wandering off to her room. Jay knew better, so he ordered enough for the both of them.

Soon the food arrived and Jay set everything out and got two plates and forks out. “Is your food here?” Sooyoung’s head poked out, eyeing his food. “Yeah, want some?” Jay asked one more time. “I'll have a little if that's alright…” Sooyoung said shyly. “Have as much as you want.” Jay said a small smile creeping onto his face watching as Sooyoung dished up her plate.

Two servings later, Jay eyed Sooyoung as she went in for a third plate of food. “Hungry?” “a little..” she whispered, struggling to serve up her plate. “Here let me help you.” He reached out and scooped up some noodles and rice, placing it on her plate.

Shopping was one of Sooyoung’s favorite things. Looking for new earrings, shoes and bags, all sorts. Jay feeds into this addiction, anytime she looks at something even a second two long, Jay has it in his hands taking it to the counter.

The other members notice this and go out of their way to point it out. “Going shopping with Sooyoung again?” Niki questioned. “Yeah, what about it?” “nothing…” Jay eyed him as Niki rolled his eyes. “What?” “You spend all your money on Sooyoung, none on me.” Niki says it's obvious. “And?” Jay eyed him. “You got a problem with that.” “No problem here…” Niki chuckled.

Jay followed Sooyoung as she wandered around the store. “This looks nice..” she whispered to herself, hands feeling the material of a shirt. “How much is it?” He questioned. She flipped over the tag and her eyes almost popped out of her head. “Nevermind… it's not that nice anyway.” Jay watched as she walked away pretending she wasn't interested. He quickly grabbed it and put it on the counter for later.

After sooyoung found some other clothes, she paid and both her and Jay headed home. “Ooh, what did you get?” Roza said as Sooyoung sat her bag down. “Let me do a haul!”. She excitedly got her stuff and went to change. “What do you think?” she posed showing off some new pants. “I think it would look nice with this shirt.” Jay laughed, throwing the shirt from earlier at her.

“Jay, i told you it was fine…” “I don't care, you clearly liked it. So I got it.” “Thank you, Oppa.” she whispered, going to try it on. “Aren't you sweet.” Roza teased. “Shut up…”

Jay was sitting peacefully in his room when he heard a faint knock at the door. “Hello?” “Hi, Oppa…” “what?” He watched as Sooyoung’s head peeked into his room. “Nothing, just wondering. Would you be able to buy me something?” “depends what it is?” She took a deep breath. “Some labubu’s?” She waited as Jay eyed her. “They cost so much!” “Which is why I'm asking you… Please Oppa.” she begged.

Jay furrowed his eyebrows. “How many?” “like 10, 15-” “really? That's gonna be hundreds of dollars.” “No, it's fine, I'll ask Heeseung.” Sooyoung turned to leave. “Where are you going? You know I'm gonna buy them for you.” Sooyoung’s eyes glimmered. “Thank you.”

A couple weeks later Jay walked into the dorms after going out with Jungwon, and Niki to find Sooyoung waiting in his room. “And what are you doing?” Her smile widened as she pulled a dark Blue Lububu from behind her back.

“For you.” Jay took the fluffy figure and smiled as he noticed the guitar accessory wrapped around it. “It's supposed to be you.” “I can tell. Thank you.” “Well it did come from your money, but yes you're welcome.” Jay laughed as he took the Lububu and hung it from his bag. “Looks cute. I love it.”

When Sooyoung was a trainee she was very shy, so shy she struggled to ask for help when she needed it. She had finished a long day of practice and was exhausted. She had woken up early and forgotten her bus card, leaving her to walk to school and walk to Hybe after. She now stood outside the building sheltering from the downpour of rain.

“Agh, what am I going to do…” she could walk home but by then she would be soaking wet and cold. She wanted to avoid that if she could. Her phone was dead and the other female trainees had already left. She was stranded.

“Do you need some help?” a voice called out. Sooyoung turned to see one of the male trainees. She had seen him before walking around the Hybe building, with other trainees. “Oh, just waiting for a cab.” She lied. “Are you sure? Not to sound creepy but ive seen you standing her for over 10 minutes.” she froze. “Uhh, yeah I lied… kinda stranded.” she felt her cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“Let me help you. I'll order you a cab.” “no it's fine, i was gonna walk anyway.” she turned to walk into the rain when she was pulled back. “Sorry, but I couldn't let you do that. Here at least take this." The Trainee handed over an umbrella. “Thank you, really.” She bowed and headed off in the direction of her house.

A couple weeks had gone by and Sooyoung kept seeing him around the Hybe building. She wanted to find a way to thank him, so she made a small gift bag for him. She filled it with sweets and some ramen. After another day of practice passed, she spotted the mystery trainee outside waiting for a cab.

“Umm, excuse me.” she momentarily froze as he turned to face her. She realized how tall he was. “I wanted to thank you for giving me your umbrella.” she held out the gift bag hoping he would get the idea. “Oh, thank you. You didn't have to get me anything in return. I just wanted to help.” His warm smile made her feel relieved. “I'm Jay by the way. Sooyoung right?” “yes…” she nodded before scurrying away, getting shy again. “Cute..” Jay mumbled to himself, watching as she disappeared into the distance.

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trippiexlove · 3 months ago

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Stone Cold Sinner

Author Note: Based on the song Stone Cold by Dess Dior

Warning: Smut, Bit of Angst, Bit of Fluff, Profanity, Adult Content, Praise.

Pairing: Jey Uso x Black OC (Ari Fletcher as FC)

Word Count: 3,397

Said he callin' from Atlanta, say he miss me....well, well, well

Guess he better send that private out to get me...

Expect this to be a long cold winter...

You fuckin' with a stone cold sinner...

Soriya walked into the restaurant where she was meeting her best friends. She looked around before spotting them as they waved her over.

"Hey Y'all" she smiled as she greeted them. She quickly sat down, putting her purse beside her. The server came over to get her order before walking away.

"Hey girl we haven't seen your ass in a while" Tiffany took a sip of her mimosa.

"I know I've been busy as hell, what y'all been up to?" she said looking between her friends.

"We're so close to closing this deal" Tiffany stated sitting her glass down. "Mr.Johnson said he's been talking to the higher ups and your girl may be getting a promotion "

"You deserve it, you been putting in a lot of work so it's about time" She looked over at her friend Breanna "How's my nephew doing?"

Breanna playfully rolled her eyes "Getting on my nerves, his little ass starting to walk so he's just tearing up my house"

"Don't do my baby like that," she slight laughed, looking up as the server brought over her food and mimosa "Ima have to come get him and take him out somewhere"

"Girl you're more than welcome to keep his ass to" she joked as they all laughed.

"Nah baby, the beauty of being an auntie is giving him right back to his parents" Soriya raised her glass before drinking some.

"Speaking of that when are you going to make us aunties" Tiff sipped her mimosa as Soriya shook her head.

"I'm not looking to have kids anytime soon, there's so much I want to do before then" She expressed to her friends.

"Well you need to speed this process up we ready to be aunties" Bre said as Tiffany agreed. Soriya rolled her eyes playfully at her friends. Their conversation switched once the server brought their food over.

Soriya waved bye to her girls, as they walked their separate ways to their cars. She connected her phone before pulling off to go home.

After a few minutes of driving, the song she was listening to was replaced by her ringtone. J 🩵 came across the screen, making her smile instantly.

She quickly pressed the green button before the call ended. "Hey stranger" she greeted as the phone call connected.

She could hear the softness of his chuckle fill the car. "Don't do me like that baby, I just been busy. My ass just got back to Atlanta"

"Mhm, but you still could've sent me a text"

"Sounds like somebody missed me" the playfulness in his voice couldn't be missed, making Soriya slightly shake her head.

"And what? You saying you ain't miss me?" Soriya stated with the same playfulness.

"I do baby," she heard some slight shuffling in the background before he continued. "That's why I'm calling, you free this weekend?"

"I could be" Soriya pulled into her driveway, putting her car in park.

"Good, be at the airport tomorrow. I'll have that private waitin' for you. Bring that one outfit I like"

She nodded as if he could see her "Ok I'll see you tomorrow"

They hung up as she did a slight happy dance. She grabbed her purse before practically rushing into the house to start packing.

The next afternoon Soriya was being dropped off to the familiar black jet. She got out as the driver grabbed her bags, loading them on the plane.

She was greeted by Jenina, the stewardess, the two had become friends with how many times she flown on the plane. "Hey Nina"

"Hey girl," she smiled as she brought her into a hug "it's been a minute since I've seen you"

Soriya laughed lowly "I've been busy working girl"

"Mhmm, don't let it go this long again" she pointed towards her, playfully shaking her head.

"I won't I promise" Soriya quickly took her seat and it wasn't long before they were in the air. Jenina quickly served her a glass of champagne.

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The flight wasn't long from Miami to Atlanta and they were landing within two hours. She stepped off the jet to see a black truck waiting for her. She said bye to Jenina as the driver loaded her bags in the car and they pulled off the tarmac.

The traffic wasn't too bad as they were soon pulling up to a hotel within 45 minutes. The driver came over and opened her door for her, and grabbed the things. They walked through the lobby, checked in and made their way up the elevator.

They got to the penthouse suite and the concierge brought her things to the room before quickly leaving out. Soriya smiled as she walked into the master suite seeing a huge bouquet of flowers with a note attached to it.

We got reservations tonight. Be ready by 7 beautiful.

-J

She put the note down, checking the time to see it was just a little after 5. She went over to her bags, looking through it to find that outfit. Once she found it she placed it on the bed before walking into the large bathroom to start the shower.

She hopped in the shower quickly doing her routine before getting out. She sat at the vanity in the bathroom and started doing her makeup, which wasn't much. She grabbed her phone seeing it was now half past 6.

She quickly curled her hair and threw on the outfit before she heard the door of the suite open and close. She fixed the straps on her heels before grabbing her purse walking out the room. When she walked into the living room she made eye contact with Josh.

He took a moment looking her over. Clearly liking what he was seeing. He slowly walked over to her, standing only merely inches from from her.

"Damn," he stated lowly, looking her up and down. He took her hands in his, slowly turning her around in a 360. When he turned her facing him, he immediately pulled her close, his hands laying comfortably on her backside. "You look good as fuck mama"

Soriya took in his appearance, his cuban chain she got for him some time ago glistened in the light. "Thank you baby. I can say the same thing about you"

"Ready to go?" she nodded her head as he took her hand, leading them out of the penthouse. They made it downstairs to the waiting black SUV with the same driver from earlier. He opened the door for her, letting her in first. Once he climbed in and shut the door the driver pulled off.

They made the short drive to this exclusive restaurant. Josh got out, holding his hand out to help Soriya out the car. They walked hand in hand inside being greeted by the hostess. The hostess then lead them to their table before their server came to get their drink order.

They both made small talk as they looked over the menu. The server came back over, placing their drinks in front of them. Giving her their order before she quickly dipped off again.

Josh focused his gaze on Soriya. "So what been goin' on with you ma?"

"Business is good, just dropped this new collection and it's going well" She smiled thinking about the success of her makeup business "almost sold out in the first week I was surprised."

"It should be no surprise. You know everything you do gon' comes out fire" his comment making the smile on Soriya's face widen.

"Thank you baby." She shifted her attention. "What about you, though? What's been going on?"

Josh sighed leaning back in his seat. "Work been kickin' my ass for sure. Especially with it being WrestleMania season"

"But you're hyped, right?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Hell yeah," he admitted, a grin spreading across his face. "I been wantin' this for a while now. I'm just happy they finally givin' me a shot at the World title" Their conversation was momentarily interrupted as the server delivered their food. They both murmured a Thanks as she walked away.

"Well I'm happy for you." Soriya said, her voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I'm gonna be screaming so loud when you win."

"I appreciate that ma," Josh leaned up a bit adjusting himself "Yo, speaking of WrestleMania, I was wondering if you'd come. I really want you to meet my family."

Soriya's hand paused mid-air, her fork hovering over her plate. She met his gaze, searching for any hint of jest, but his eyes held only sincerity.

"To meet your family?" she repeated, more to herself than to him. "I don't know, Josh"

A flicker of confusion crossed his features. "What'chu mean, you don't know?"

"I mean," she slightly hesitated, trying to piece together her words. "I don't know if I should be meeting your family Josh. We're not even together for real. Wouldn't it be weird to introduce your family to someone who ain't your girl."

Josh scrunched his brows together "Who said you ain't my girl? Do you honestly think I treat just anyone the way I treat you?" he asked, his voice soft but firm.

Soriya's eyes softened, her shoulders sagged a bit "I get what you're saying it's just that with everything that I've dealt with in the past it just made me wary of getting too close to someone. I've had to learn to protect myself" Her voice laced with vulnerability.

Josh demeanor softened has he took ahold of her hands. Rubbing her knuckles with the pad of his thumb. "Soriya," he said, his voice low and sincere, "I'm serious about you. I know you've been hurt before, and I'd never do that to you. I'm not them. I want you to meet my family because you're important to me."

A wave of warmth washed over Soriya, threatening to overwhelm her. She blinked back a tear, her heart swelling. She nodded, unable to speak. Josh leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, passionate kiss. After a moment, they broke apart, the unspoken understanding hanging in the air. They shifted the conversation, enjoying the rest of their dinner with lighter, more comfortable topics, the weight of their earlier exchange lingering beneath the surface.

The car ride to Josh's penthouse was a slow burn, a simmering tension that threatened to ignite at any moment. Every glance, every brush of their hands, amplified the anticipation.

Waiting for the elevator felt like an exercise in restraint. Soriya could feel Josh's energy, a palpable force that made her breath catch in her throat. She wanted him just as fiercely, a secret she no longer cared to hide.

The elevator doors hissed open, and they stepped into the empty car. The moment the doors sealed shut, Josh's hands were on her, pushing her against the cool steel wall. A startled gasp escaped her lips.

His mouth found hers, a possessive, urgent kiss that stole her breath. His hand cupped her chin, angling her face, while his other hand explored the curves of her body, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

"Couldn't wait, huh?" she whispered, pulling back for a breath, her voice laced with playful challenge.

"Not a for damn second," he rasped, his eyes dark with desire. The elevator chimed, and the doors slid open to his floor.

He gripped her hand, his fingers tightening around hers, and pulled her down the long hallway. The tension crackled between them until they reached his door. He entered the code, and the door clicked open.

The air inside thrummed with unspoken desire. Josh closed the distance, his lips meeting Soriya's in a kiss that was both demanding and tender. Her arms slid around his neck, drawing him in.

With a low groan, Josh swept her into his arms effortlessly, Soriya's legs automatically circling his waist. He carried her through the spacious living room, the soft glow of the hallway lights guiding their way to his bedroom.

Josh sat on the edge of the bed, Soriya straddling his waist. She moaned into the kiss as his hands slid down her back, giving her backside a tight grip. She grind her hips against him, earning herself a groan out of him.

He quickly flipped them over, , the movement fluid and charged. Separating only for a few moments while he took his shirt off. Throwing it across the room. He slid the bottom of her dress up, seeing the white lace thong she had on. He quickly tore that off throwing it behind him.

He took one of her legs into his hands, leaving trails of kisses down to her inner thigh. He reached her intimate area that was already glistening for him. Soriya could feel the little tingles throughout her body as she watched, anticipating his next move.

Josh kissed along her inner thigh to tease. He placed his large hands on the back of her thighs to spread her open even further. Giving Soriya one last look he flattened out his tongue before sending a long swipe in between her folds. A sharp, pleasurable gasp escaped Soriya, her back arching in a delicate curve.

He took one of his hands, removing them from the back of her thigh, and began fondling with one of her breasts. His used his other hand, taking two of his fingers, and began slowly pumping in and out of her. His lips wrapped around her sensitive bundle of nerves.

Soriya's moans heightened as the sensation sent a wave of pleasure through her. Her hand immediately finding their place within his curls. The sounds of her moans gave Josh motivation as he increased the strokes of his fingers, continuously grazing her spot which made her clench around his digits.

"F-fuck Josh" she let out in a breathy moan. "Fuck baby I'm finna cum"

He groan, sending a vibration through her. "Go head mama, make a mess on my face" He wrapped his lips around her clit again, increasing the stroke of his fingers. Soriya moaned loudly as her released near, crashing against her in waves.

Her body shook as Josh didn't let up, riding out the wave with her. Once he pulled away he licked her essence off his fingers. His kissed up her abdomen, chest, and neck. Heat left after each kiss. Til he reached her lips and kissed her, sticking his tongue practically down her throat, Soriya tasting herself.

The intensity of the kiss finally eased, his eyes, dark pools of desire, locked on hers. "Take this shit off," he rumbled, his voice a deep, commanding caress. The sound of his voice sent a wave of heat through Soriya, and she bit her lip, a silent acknowledgement of his request.

Slipping the dress over her head, putting it to the side, She caught how Josh's eyes seemed to look over her. Slow as if he wanted to savor this moment altogether.

He leaned down bringing her back into a passionate kiss. Pulling away, his lips barely touching hers. "On all fours for me"

She quickly got in position, arching her back perfectly just like she knew he liked it. Earning her a smack to her plump backside. Moaning at the contact.

As she waited, she could her the sound of Josh unbuckling his belt and the soft thud his pants made when hitting the ground. Feeling the bed dip slightly behind her and Josh's hands grip her waist.

Josh groan at the sight of her, running the padding of his thumb through her wetness. Soriya's body involuntarily pushed back against him, looking for some type of friction.

Josh laugh lowly, "who's impatient now" his voice laced him humor.

She looked back at him, a smirk on her face "Don't be such a tease"

Josh hummed in amusement, before slowly eased in. They both caught their breath as he stretched her out. Soriya thought she would be used to him by now, but everytime felt like the first.

Josh's grip on her hips tightened as he inched slowly into her. Muttering profanities underneath his breath. Josh stilled his movement once he was all the way in, allowing her to get adjusted to him. When she began to along his length, he began pumping slowly. His strokes slowly increased in speed. "Fuck Riya," he moaned out as he continued his pace.

She loved hearing him moan out her name. She started meeting his strokes. The sound of skin slapping skin was heard throughout the room, along with her moans.

"Shit, you taking me so good baby" Josh moaned lowly. His hand smoothed down the curve of her back, gripping the back of her neck. He pulled her up, the coldness of his chain contrast with the heat of her skin.

"Look at yourself baby, look at how pretty you are taking all of me" Josh whispered in her ear. Soriya couldn't say anything as she looked at their reflection in the mirror across from the bed. "Who's my pretty girl?" Soriya's mind was too clouded to respond, earning a smack to her ass making her squeal out. "Who's my pretty girl Riya?"

"Me," she gasped out with everything in her "I'm your pretty girl, baby I'm bout to cum"

Josh abruptly stopped, turning Soriya on her back. He lifted one leg on his shoulder before re-entering her at a relentless pace. Soriya closed her eyes throwing her head back, feeling that knot in her stomach grow stronger.

Her eyes flew open who she felt Josh wrap his hand around the base of her throat, applying slight pressure. "I want you to look at me when you cum, you understand" She nodded her head, moaning out in response.

He felt her clench around him, signaling she was on the edge of release. "Tell me who is it ma" when she didn't respond, he angled his hips, hitting a different spot, causing her to moan loudly "Hmm, tell me who is it and you better hold it til I say so"

Desperate for a release she cried out "it's yours" she took a deep gasp as the knot was becoming unbearable.

Josh groaned deeply, feeling his own release nearing "That's it ma, let it out". That's all she needed to hear before she released. Her orgasm triggering Josh's as he continued to pump slowly, before dropping right next to her.

After a few moments he heard her labored breathing, getting up to get a warm wash cloth wiping him and her off. Once he got back in bed he pulled her close to him before drifting off to sleep.

The weekend had come and gone. Filled with nothing but being tangled up in the sheets. Josh spoiled the fuck out of her, taking her on a shopping spree, letting her get whatever she wanted.

Soriya was sad about going back to Miami, knowing she won't be seeing Josh for a while since he'll be overseas doing shows for a few weeks.

He decided to drop her off, so they were currently riding in his car. Her hands in his as he drove down the highway towards the airport.

The car was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the music playing softly in the background. After an hour of sitting in Atlanta traffic, they finally pulled up to the private departure area.

They stepped out, Josh handing her bags over to the airport worker to load onto the jet. He turned towards Soriya who had a visible pout on her face.

He pulled her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Don't look like that" Soriya rolled her eyes, earning a smack to her backside, hissing at the sting it left behind. "Don't roll your eyes at me"

Soriya smacked her lips before looking into his eyes. "Ima miss you"

"Ima miss you too ma" he smiled giving her a quick peck to her lips "these few weeks gon' go by fast before you know it. Plus I'll see you at Mania, right?"

"Of course I wouldn't miss being there for your moment" Josh nodded, leaning down giving her another kiss. This one last a bit longer before they both pulled away.

"I love you" he whispered.

Soriya's heart swelled. "I love you too," she replied, giving him one last soft kiss before turning to board the jet. Settling into her seat, she watched as Josh's car disappeared from view, a sense of anticipation mingling with the sadness of their parting. She eagerly awaited the moment they would be together again.

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kamiraaah · 6 months ago

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"Would you like to stay for an afternoon snack? Vovó Bucchi's donuts are THE BEST!!!"

Finally, the Q&A I promised for Grandma Bucchi is open! And it's also a way to celebrate 1,000 followers (I STILL AMAZE EVERY TIME I REMEMBER THIS). And I just have to thank you all! 🥹💕 For your patience, for the immense affection and love you gave to my dear old lady, and of course for all the support I've received until today…

I don't think I'll ever be able to put into words how much this means to me. You are all AMAZING and SO SWEET! THANK YOU SO MUCH TO ALL OF YOU! 💞🩷🧡✨️

But turning the spotlight to our dear vovó Bucchi who is welcoming you into her home to spend some time together! It's a perfect opportunity to chat and learn a little more about the life of this dear old hyena~

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viola-verse · 7 days ago

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Welcome Back, Yoongi

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Wife!OC

Wordcount: 490

A/N: Just wanted to write something for and sweet for Yoongi's return. Longer fic posted soon.

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Yoongi wakes up confused to why Viola isn’t in bed with him. Even on a Saturday, both of their days off, he is awake and out of bed before her.

Throwing back the blanket, he gets out of bed, still half asleep and makes his way into the living room. There he finds her with some balloons, flowers and a small cake with 'welcome home' written on it, a large smile on her face.

“Happy discharge day!” She greets him. He can’t help but smile lovingly at her. His tiredness replaced with a sense of purpose again.

Yoongi's heart swelled as he took in the scene before him.

“Yeobo,” he breathed out, as he reaches out to her, taking everything from her hands and placing them on the table before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. “You didn’t have to do all this.”

"What kind of wife would I be if I didn't celebrate you being able to go back to doing music, the boys and Army?" she says cupping his face and pulling him in for a kiss.

Yoongi pulled back slightly, placing a kiss to her forehead before tightening his hold on her. “I’ve missed it and them so much,” he admitted, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his voice.

"I know you have," she says rubbing his back. "They've all missed you too."

For the next few minutes, they stand there holding each other before eventually pulling apart. "I'll put the cake in the fridge, and then we can get ready and head to the company."

"Isn't it your day off?" he asks.

"Yeah, but my producer is back today and knowing him he'll want to get straight into work," she jokes, talking about him. Big Hit has it planned that Yoongi would produce the song he helped Viola write about their relationship after much convincing from the couple. Yoongi didn't want anyone else producing something that's so sentimental and intimate to them both.

Yoongi chuckled softly. “Well, if it’s about that song, I guess I can’t complain too much about you working on a day off,” he replied, a playful glint in his eyes. The thought of finally getting back into the studio fills him with excitement. "Though you might have to wait a few hours since there's a few things I need to do first."

"For you, I would wait an eternity," she says pecking his lips before putting the cake away for later.

As Yoongi watched her move around the kitchen, he felt a wave of warmth wash over him as he feels himself fall even more in love with her. The sight of Viola made his heart flutter. It's moments like these that remind him how lucky he is to have her by his side.

"I love you," he smiles.

Viola turned around, also thinking about how lucky she is to have him by her side. “I love you too."

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redsrooftopprincess · 9 months ago

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💚 Master Post 💚

✨ASK RULES✨

Asks closed for now. HOWEVER. The Bruiser has agreed to answer questions as long as you follow the rules and aren't a dick. 😁

So you've found your way here! Welcome welcome, from me and the Bruiser. 😁

Here you will find fics and headcanons about Big Red and occasionally the rest of the boys. All the boys, et al, are a combination of a lot of different canons, as well as my own personal headcanons. Visually, however, they are Bayverse because...

(Thank you ILM, for all that you do. 🥵)

I have some spicy stuff, and I do repost things that are spicy. I will do my best to put warnings on anything that needs it, but if you see something that may trigger someone and there isn't a warning, please lmk so I can fix it.

Also, my style will occasionally change. I've never written narratively before now (just some poetry here and there), so congratulations! You get to watch me learn how to write in real time! 😅

That being said, I'm not your mommy (well, not *yours*, anyway 😏), so if you're a minor, GTFO. I'm responsible for neither your trauma, nor your deviancy, and that will not be changing. So either go away or don't get caught.

Anyway, without further guilding of my very tarnished lily.....

Links for joy and pain below the cut!

Character art for Jess (Red's princess), done by @truffle-draws-turtles 🥰

Gravity Fics

Raphael x Reader (Technically)

There is an overall story happening loosely and in out of order pieces that will eventually be cleaned up and combined into one. They are technically written with my OC, Jess, in mind (link to a bit about her below), but I have written them x reader and have done my best to make them gender neutral as much as I can. Expect continuity errors, which is why I'm posting them as individual fics, but they are posted in rough story order below.

Best Friends

Early

Nightmare

Damn it

Kintsugi

Stay

Falling

Nightmare Part 2

Soldier (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2

Sunlight

Assassin (Fem Reader) Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5

Coming Home (Fem Reader) Part 1, Part 2

Gravity - Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3

Marked (gn reader)

Other Fics

Pumpkin Sugar Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Epilogue (🌶️Fem!Reader)

Sunglasses (Teen Turtles, Bro Fic)

Oneshots

Where There's Smoke 🌶️🌶️🌶️ (AFAB Reader)

Christmas in August 🌶️

Sleeping Beauty

Hot Blood (AFAB Fem Reader) 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Distraction 💜

Hidden Talent

Bird

Awkward

Monster 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Turned Tables 🧡

Crushed 🧡

Poetic Justice

Mountains and Sunsets and You

Rough Night

Valentine (Fem!Reader)

Chills

Demi

Shackles 🌶️🌶️ (FemAFAB reader)

Maybe they have a point

Memory

Headcanons

Disabilities ♥️💙💜🧡

Secret Swiftie ♥️

Sleeping ♥️💙💜🧡

Drugs ♥️💙💜🧡

Witchy Shit ♥️💙💜🧡

Sweets ♥️💙💜🧡

Renfaire (Renaissance Festival) ❤️💙💜🧡

Twinsies!!! ❤️💙💜🧡

Gender and Sexuality ❤️💙💜🧡

AuDHD Reader ❤️💙💜🧡

OC Stuff

Jess, According to Jess! (and Me 😈)

Crush

Asks of my own

Happy Bruiser

Jess Art by @truffle-draws-turtles

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If you want to be on the tag list, just let me know and I'll add you!

Thanks for dropping by, and for all the love you've been showing my little psychosis.

Much love, from me and the big guy. 🥰

#tmnt raphael #bayverse raphael #tmnt #bayverse raphael x reader #raph x reader #raphael x reader #tmnt bayverse #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt raphael x reader #masterlist

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akirakirxaa · 2 months ago

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Welcome back, Mayncient!

If this is your first time here, the concept is that many people have ancients that are not Azem and would like to participate in an appreciation month, and so last year I hosted this with the help of the FFXIV Swap Discord.

This year I'm doing things a little different. I decided to do three lists of ten prompts each, unnumbered so you can do them in any order you'd like. You can mix and match the lists, combine prompts from the different lists, whatever you want to do. If you decide to stick to ten prompts, then that gives roughly three days to do each prompt, which helps include people with longer form art like writing. Or, if you're a gposer or draw really fast or decided one write-every-day month challenge per year isn't enough, you can do all thirty, leaving you with one free day.

Oh, and why didn't I label the lyrics, you ask? Science. I want to see how people interpret these lines in a vacuum. :3

FAQ

My only ancient OC is Azem, can I participate?

Of course! We created mayncient to be more inclusive, not less. If you want to participate with Azem, go for it! After all, even Azem wasn't always Azem.

Can I include other ancients in my art?

Absolutely! We are appreciating ancients of all kinds here, and if they have friends or lovers you want to pose/draw/write them with, do it!

Tumblr ate your image quality and I can't read the lyrics, how can I see them better?

I'll be putting all prompts under a Read More at the bottom of this post.

Can I participate on bsky?

Sure, just use the same tag so I can see your lovely ancients. :3

What is the tag?

#Mayncient2025

Who are the people in the ad?

On the left is Khione, my oc Fuyume's ancient, and on the right is Icarus, my oc X'verha's ancient. You might be learning more about them this coming month. ^-^

I hope to see all your wonderful ancients soon! ♥

Prompts

Greetings

Constellation

Light

Rain

Sunset

Wander

Delight

Searing

Dance

Magic

Settings

Garden

The Sea

A Meeting

Early Morning

Streets

Library

Cafe

Somewhere Dark

Home

In the snow

Lyrics

Lovely to just lay here with you

We all die in the end, but I know who I am

Look at all the broken things I can be

Where the raindrops as they’re falling tell a story

How did I live in a kingdom of thieves

Your shine won’t last forever, but you’ll forever glow

Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on

If you lead I will follow, I will be your Apollo

A promise with the light is broken by design

Press your lips to the sculptures and surely you’ll stay

#ffxiv #prompt list #mayncient #mayncient2025 #ancient may #ancient oc #final fantasy xiv #writing #art #gpose #all of it bring it all #mayncient prompts

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catholicfacade · 5 months ago

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are you ever gonna post the whole fic u posted the wip of ? 🥺🥺

hiiii, so im still working on it :(( im a suuuper slow writer unfortunately and im genuinely like +10k words deep into just chapter one and its probably only halfway done !!! real slow burn enjoyers rise !!! i might end up splitting chapter one into two parts because of this, i appreciate everyones patience who's cared about my work thus far !!! i know it's not what you want but i'll post another snippet since it is wip wednesday ! i hope you enjoy it in the meantime🤍 -ego⋆♱✮

WIP

pairing: joost klein x f! OC

content: RPF!!!, yearning, pining, slow burn, miscommunication, angst, anxiety, insecurity, val is so sensitive

word count: 2.4k

authors note: still chapter one except things are not so happy rn and they wont be for a while after this :(( my first wip 🤍

It shouldn’t sting, but it does.

Valentine has tried to brush off the moments of painful self-awareness where it’s clear, at least to her, she doesn’t entirely fit in here. All of these new friends in her life are nice! An unexpected but welcome addition to life in The Netherlands. But sometimes, it is so excruciatingly obvious she is not as welcome in their lives as they are in hers. She tries not to feel guilty about being the introvert in a group full of extraverts, it just always hits her so hard at the worst times.

Some nights the conversations are easily flowing, Stuntje, Appie, Lyon, and Daan telling stories, upon stories, upon stories of crazy things the group has done together. Joost is of course standing a little too close to Val for her liking, she can smell his cologne and his cigarettes, it’s making her light headed in the best way. He’s smiling so brightly at his friends, his arm nearly grazing Val’s every time he doubles over with laughter. And then all of a sudden the conversation switches to Dutch and Val gets thrown off, she can maybe understand half of it, but she feels so lost all of a sudden, like she disappeared. Then she feels guilty about feeling guilty, understanding that she is the only non-Dutchie standing amongst this group of people. Of course they’re all going to speak Dutch together. It wouldn’t be fair to make them speak English.

And yet there’s this unavoidable wave of loneliness that washes over her whenever it happens. It’s isolating to be standing amongst friends who are so deep into a story, laughing together, nodding and smiling at one another, while Valentine is forgotten, sometimes even unintentionally pushed out of the circle, doing her best to sneak away quietly to hide in the bathroom. It’s childish, she thinks, to be on the verge of crying because no one is talking to her. It’s selfish to think she’s invisible. But she feels like an intruder in these peoples lives, suddenly aware of how much she doesn’t understand about them. Maybe will never get to understand about them.

When Valentine goes home early, she feels like she’s just doing what’s best to mitigate this awkward situation. She tries to collect herself in the bathroom, swallowing that empty feeling down as far as it will go and walks back out with a fresh excuse made to end the night early. It’s always work, “I just remembered I have a blouse that needs stitching,” or “April needs me in the store early tomorrow, gotta go sorry.” It was only a matter of time before someone caught on that this was her only way of getting out of things, and it was only a matter of time before they stopped caring to have her around. She just wished it wasn’t Joost who would make it so obvious.

Standing all togther in their private section of the club, Apson is in the middle of telling a story about how he almost got beat up for filming a tik tok in front of some guys store, “I tried to say, ‘it’s for a video, it’s for a video’, but he kept cursing at me in Romanian, man! I put my hands up, right?” He recreates the gesture, “I said ‘I do it for tik tok, you ever heard of tik tok, man?’ And he went berserk!”

Everyone begins losing it over the way Appie starts mimicking the store owner’s yelling. Joost seems like he can hardly breathe he’s laughing so hard! As Valentine stands directly next to Joost, she can’t help but sneak a few looks at him, the way his whole face expresses joy, it lights up instantly, there’s no emotion he could try and hide on that face. She thinks it’s beautiful. He’s beautiful. His laugh is so genuinely infectious. The butterflies she feels in her stomach flutter, happy that Apson is the star of the show right now so no one can see her stealing glances at Joost every couple of seconds.

After a minute everyone begins to calm down, including Apson who even managed to make himself laugh super hard. Something in Val’s memory clicks for her as she speaks up, “I guess that’s why you had to get permission from April, huh? Didn’t want her to beat you up?”

“Jesus, Val—” Joost genuinely seems taken aback by her presence, brows lifted and eyes widened as he turns to her, “You’re still here? You’re so quiet—I thought you would’ve left hours ago!” He looks immediately to his friends who laugh in loud validation at Valentine’s expense. Joost laughs the hardest of them all.

Is that really it then? She’s so insignificant to him he hasn’t even realized she’s been standing next to him the entire time? No one even bothers to acknowledge what she said. They just keep laughing as Joost starts telling them another story of his own.

Val feels weak, the cup in her hand suddenly weighing 20 pounds, her knees are wobbling. Alanis is the only one not laughing, she catches Valentines eye and gives her a soft, sympathetic smile, probably having suffered some burns herself at some point, being the only girl in the friend group. Val smiles back, though the feeling of smiling is currently foreign to her, she’s just going through the motions.

Once Alanis looks away, Val slips away from the group quietly, grabbing her bag and her coat, heading out the door as quickly as possible without full on running.

The deep January freezing temperatures hit her like a ton of bricks but maybe it’s what she needs…or deserves. Fucking Joost—she thinks to herself. Valentine starts walking in the direction of her apartment.

Why did she have to feel so drawn to him? They clearly have nothing in common. He clearly doesn’t even think about her. She is this invisible little thing to him. Fuck fuck fuck Joost! Why does she care so much about him? It shouldn’t matter anyway, it was just a joke. She’s being such a sensitive little bitch about everything. And now all of her “friends” are going to think she’s super weird and melodramatic for leaving like that. If they can even be bothered to notice she’s gone that is.

Tears prick her eyes as she tries to blink them away, to no avail, they fall, freezing almost instantly on her face, leaving her so unbearably cold. It happens the entire walk home. Valentine is genuinely freezing half to death by the time she makes it back to her apartment. She sighs deeply once inside, cupping her face in her hands. Her teeth are chattering, her fingertips are frozen, and so are her cheeks, the tears she cried having turned into little flecks of ice.

Her body barely has enough strength to strip herself of her frosty clothing and run herself a bath, but she somehow manages it. Sitting against the edge of the bathtub, running the hot water, Valentine reaches into her discarded bag and takes out her phone. Battery dead. Oh well. It will have to wait until after her bath to be charged. It’s not like she stupidly believes anyone will reach out anyway, she’ll never get her hopes up like that ever again. It ends up forgotten on top of the pile of clothes now adorning the bathroom floor.

“—daarna boekte ik altijd mijn eigen optredens!” [after that I always booked my own gigs] Joost nods while finishing his story, Appie and Stuntje laugh, Daan shakes his head, and Alanis has gone off somewhere.

“Heyyy jongens,” Stuntje calls out suddenly, “Who wants another round~?” He says in a sing-song tone while shaking his empty cup.

“I need one, man.” Daan says.

Appie shakes his head, “Ik ga naar huis. Waar is Alanis?” [I’m going home. Where is Alanis?] Appie walks away toward the bathroom, the other three guys just shrug at each other.

“A drink, Joost?” Stuntje asks, pointing to Joosts cup.

“Nee, man.” Joost shakes his head, swirling around his cup which sits half-full.

Daan and Stuntje head to the bar leaving Joost by himself in their section. A familiar, lingering sweetness in the air makes his lip twitch unconsciously into a smile, only one person enters his mind now that he’s alone. Joost searches for Valentine in her usual places, he wants to have a good sit down with her, watch her eyes light up when he gives her all the attention in the world—completely undivided now, he wants to hear her laugh because he hasn’t heard that sweet noise even once tonight! He wants to casually throw an arm around her and watch her blush, offer her a friendly rub on the arm as he innocently tucks her closer to his chest. But Valentine’s not sitting at the table or on the couch, she’s not standing in her corner or getting a drink at the bar. Joost furrows his brows, she couldn’t be on the dance floor could she? He strains his eyes trying to search the jumping crowd from afar but there’s absolutely no sign of that fiery head of hair anywhere.

Joost stares into the crowd of moving bodies for a while and then looks down at his watch, barely a few minutes past 10pm, where could she be? Out of the corner of his eye he catches Alanis coming back to grab her bag.

“Hey, is Valentine still in the bathroom or something?” Joost asks.

Alanis frowns slightly as she swings her purse over her shoulder, “She went home, Joost. I think your little comment made her feel stupid, she looked upset.”

“What?” Joosts heart nearly stops beating. He’s genuinely confused. “But I was joking…why would she leave?”

Alanis shrugs, “She never says anything, and that was the first time she decided to speak up, and you really embarrassed her for it.”

Joost goes red in the face, blinking rapidly, realizing that he had unintentionally probably fucked up Valentines entire night by humiliating her. And that was the last thing he ever wanted to do.

“Shit.” He breathes out, a weight crushing his chest.

“You coming?” Appie calls to Alanis from outside of the section, loud music still pumping through the club even though it feels like mere noise to Joost right now.

“Ja!” Alanis yells back, reaching out and giving Joost a squeeze to the arm, “You didn’t mean it and I’m sure she’ll get over it.” She tries to cheer him up but Joost only replies with a weak nod. “Goodnight Joost.”

“Night Alanis.” Joost watches her walk away and he waves one last time to Appie as the two head home.

Exhaustion. It hits Valentine so hard. Her eyes feel so heavy it hurts. The hot water still stings her previously frozen flesh, that hurts too. And so does her head. The image of Joosts face haunting her, replaying back his words and his laughter, the shocked look in his eyes when he acknowledged her…it almost looked like he’d never seen her before. Valentine cringes physically, shoulders coming up close to her ears, she hugs her knees to her chest and hides her face as though it’s all happening again. The water splashes around her with her repetitive movements as she rocks back and forth. She just wants the laughing to stop.

And she wants Joost to disappear.

She stays like that until her body can no longer bare still being awake. Her obsessive, circling thoughts have turned her brain to mush. And everything that happens after her bath goes by in a haze. But at least she’s warm.

The last thing Valentine does is fumble in the dark for her phone charger, slipping it into her phone before instantly passing out in her bed. Not a single thought passes through her mind that someone would want to call her tonight. She easily falls asleep feeling forgotten.

Stuntje and Daan have gotten into a heated conversation over at the bar, drinks sitting forgotten in front of them as they drunkly converse loudly with the guy sitting next to them. Joost is now completely alone in the section, heat still sitting under his face and heart still beating wearily.

He goes and sits in his usual spot, right next to where Valentine would usually be this time of night. He looks at the empty space next to him and realizes again that he’s been so stupid with his mouth when he hadn’t meant to be. If only Valentine could know that her absence is being noticed, more than that, it’s hurting him. Joost is alone. Friends are not far away, but he feels more alone now than ever. He hurt the girl he’s been admiring for months, she should be here, she should feel like she belongs, that she isn’t going to be embarrassed because she’s different, that she isn’t going to be made fun of by some stupid Dutch guy that’s actually so enamored with her.

It’s a cold night, snowing, she was definitely wearing a skirt…and heels. Joost is sick to his stomach, he pulls out his phone and quickly pulls up Valentines contact, their previous messages flashing in Joosts eyes, filled with brief small-talk, niceties, and nothing more.

22:18

J: Did you leave? :(

J: Sorry if I said something wrong. Really didn’t mean it.

J: Please call me.

J: I just want to know if you got home safe, I’m worried :(

J: I’m really really sorry Valentine.

--delivered--

Joost watches his screen for any sign of Valentine reading his messages, his leg bouncing up and down rapidly, he re-reads his own words over and over again, wondering if it’s too forward—not that he really cares actually—his stomach is twisted with anxiousness and nothing could stop it unless Valentine called him.

Joost hates waiting more than anything so five minutes passing, watching that little delivered icon never change, it feels like a fucking lifetime. He has to step out to smoke and standing there in the heavy snowfall just makes him feel even worse. The cigarette barely eases his mind so he tries to call Val. No answer. There’s not much more he can do, he assumes she really hates him now, and he just wants to know if she’s okay.

Reaching the last long drag of his cigarette confirms his decision, tomorrow if Valentine still hasn’t replied, he will go to April’s store and check on her in person.

#joost klein x reader #joost x reader #fanfic #joost x you #joost klein rpf #my writing #wip wednesday #dividers by dollywons #confessional

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writing-until-i-drop · 9 months ago

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Welcome Home, Sweetheart | Drabble

Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no use of y/n)

You and Rhett were childhood best friends and now you're back in town after living out of state for a few years. Your first night in town is one you'll never forget.

warnings! Rhett punches a guy, reader finds it hot, not proof read, written in under ten minutes

"Go anywhere near her again and I'll put you in the ground," Rhett growled at the man who had gotten handsy with you at the bar, hitting him once more. The man fell, face bloody, and Rhett stood above him chest heaving.

"Leave him, Sugar," Your soft voice was hard as steel. Rhett glanced over his shoulder, blood trickling down his chin, looking to argue about it. "You take one more step in any direction but mine and I'm leaving without you." You didn't have his keys but you'd hotwire his truck and he knew it. You'd done it before and you'd do it again. He arched a brow and you did the same back.

"Listen to the little lady, Rhett," Hank, a regular, put himself between the men. "Fight's over." Rhett sighed, turning on his heel and heading straight for you. You were glaring at him but the sight of blood on a man was doing things to you, you shifted, squeezing your thighs together.

"I'm fixing to beat your ass myself for starting a fight on my first night back." He shrugged, crowding you against the grill of his truck. "Rhett Abbott, you are a hazard to society."

"He was bein' disrespectful to ya," Rhett brushed his bloody knuckles across your cheek. "You know I won't let that slide."

"Still my protector after all these years, aren't you, Rhetty?" He gave a curt nod, his cheeks flushing pink. "Well come on, Sugar. I'll patch you up just like I use to." Rhett didn't move, keeping you pinned against the truck, staring down at you with eyes you had often gotten lost in as a teenager. You felt a blush start in your ears and work it's way down your face, blossoming in your chest under his attention. He cupped your cheek with one rough hand, his raspy voice soft enough for only you to hear as he said,

"Welcome home, Sweetheart."

a/n: it's my first time writing y/n fic in a long ass time and this was originally written with an OC name but I wanted to switch it up. might turn this into a longer fic or do more snippets - lmk if y'all would be interested in something like that.

Masterlist

#rhett abbott #rhett abbot x reader #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x you #rhett abbott x y/n #outer range #rhett abbot

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thisapplepielife · 11 months ago

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Written for @corrodedcoffinfest.

You Love Me, Now Act Like It

"Yeah, well, you've fucked my wife!" Gareth yells, and Steve rolls his eyes.

"Every damn time? That's your only card to play?" Steve asks, not getting riled, not even a little bit. "You don't get to hold that over my head forever. You wouldn't have even met her if it wasn't for me. You're welcome, by the way."

"That's not true. You don't know that!" Gareth snaps, even if they all know that's definitely true.

"Well, technically, I'm the one that went over and said hello," Eddie adds, just to put a little gasoline on the fire.

"Eddie," Gareth says, a warning that he better take his side.

Eddie's not choosing sides in this dumb fucking fight. It's old news.

Hopefully they both just simmer down.

They do not.

"And I'll dick her down again, remind her of what good sex actually is, if you don't shut up," Steve says, and Eddie has to turn around to hide his smile.

Steve's choosing absolute violence today, and Eddie loves him a little bit extra for it.

Gareth explodes, and Steve is running, cackling.

They fight like this all the time, and this is always where it ends up.

Ten Years Earlier

"Is that Steve Harrington?" Gareth asks, and Eddie jerks his head over to where Gareth is looking. Son of a goddamn bitch, it is. It definitely is.

Steve's standing next to Robin, and has his arm slung over the shoulders of a girl Eddie doesn't recognize. Girlfriend, probably.

"I'm gonna go say hi," Eddie says, and Gareth rolls his eyes.

"Of course you are. He's got a girl, what do you think you're gonna accomplish?" Gareth asks, but he trails along after him.

"Don't know, don't care," Eddie says, and pushes his way through the crowd. He hasn't seen Steve in years, not since Hawkins, when he missed his chance. His window, when they were looking at each other, like…maybe?

And he ran, too scared of what that could mean. For him, for them, for the band, if he tried to make a move.

Tonight though, he's older and not at all wiser, as he slides his hand along Steve's shoulders, over his back, and Steve jumps a little, turning to see who's touching him.

"Holy shit!" Steve says, dropping his arm from the girl's shoulders, and flings them around Eddie's neck, squeezing. "Eddie! What're you doing here?"

Eddie hugs back, "Playing tonight," he adds, nodding towards the stage.

"Awesome. That's so fucking cool, what a small world," Steve says, still holding on for dear life.

Eddie is the one that steps back first, he always is, however reluctantly, but he holds Steve's arms, looking at him, "You look great. You too, Buckley. And you as well, stranger," Eddie says, laying on the charm. Like he doesn't want to fuck her boyfriend.

He definitely does.

Has always wanted to, if he's honest with himself, which he rarely is.

"Di," Robin fills in, when it's clear Steve wasn't jumping to introduce her.

"Yes, sorry! This is Di. Diana. My girlfriend. I know Eddie from home," Steve explains, reaching over and taking her hand. Eddie sees her smile up at him. He hates her.

"This is Gareth," Eddie offers, resting his arm across Gareth's shoulders, so he isn't tempted to touch Steve again.

After the show, Eddie leans against a wall, head close to Steve's face, so they can hear each other over the music.

Gareth's on the couch, sitting between Robin and Diana, his back turned on Robin as he talks to the pretty girl he doesn't know, instead of the lesbian he does. Robin looks less than thrilled with the direction the night has taken.

Then, Jeff and Goodie are standing over her, holding out a joint, an offer. And Eddie smiles as Robin nods, getting up and following them.

"If you're gonna be in town, we should, I don't know, catch up. Go on a double date or something," Steve says, and Eddie finds himself nodding before he even realizes what he's agreeing to.

A double date? With who? And that's when he realizes that Steve thinks he's with Gareth, which, no. But if that gets him out with Steve for the night, sure, why not? Eddie wants to spend a little time with Steve, before Steve's gone again, maybe to be seen in ten more years. Five, if Eddie's lucky.

Later, Steve and crew gone, Eddie corners Gareth, "We're going on a double date."

"With who?" Gareth asks.

"Steve and his girlfriend," Eddie says.

Gareth cocks his eyebrow, "Well, I sure hope you mean that I'm going on a date with Steve's girlfriend."

Eddie laughs, he wishes.

"I mean, if you can make that happen, kid, you'll never have to buy another beer in your whole life," Eddie says, slinging his arm over Gareth's shoulders, "It's just one night. Do it for me?"

"Fine, but this is stupid. And I hate you," Gareth says.

"You love me," Eddie answers, "now act like it."

Present Day

Eddie finds Gareth sulking by the bar.

"Stop letting him get to you, that's why he does it," Eddie says.

"I know," Gareth grumbles.

"Does it really bother you that much? Di loves you, kid."

Gareth smiles, "I know. But, I don't love thinking about it."

"Then stop thinking about it," Eddie advises, "You're the one that always brings it up."

"He put his dick in my wife!"

"Recently?" Eddie prods.

"No," Gareth says, pouty.

"Then think about how many times he's put his dick in me since then," Eddie says.

"Thanks for that mental image," Gareth says, then looks at Eddie, with a shit-eating grin, "I could use a beer to help fix this atrocity your boyfriend has committed against me."

Eddie laughs, but opens his wallet.

Sure, he's had to buy a lot of beer over the years, and Gareth didn't really steal Di from Steve, that fizzled on its own, but it's still been the best deal Eddie's ever made.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @corrodedcoffinfest and follow along with the fun! 🦇

#corrodedcoffinfest #prompt twenty-seven: you'll be in my heart #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #goodie (unnamed freak) stranger things #freak stranger things #corroded coffin fic #jeff stranger things #ccf day twenty-seven: you'll be in my heart #thisapplepielife: corrodedcoffinfest #thisapplepielife: short fic

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spencewalterreid · 5 months ago

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☆ my tags

all of my original posts will be tagged with either #bowie's yaps (for updates on fics or addressing one of yall) or #bowie's boykisser bonanza. From here on out (02.13.25) I am going to do my best to remember to tag my reblogged fics with #bowie's recs, but don't hold me to it. sincerest apologies if I forget!

☆ one shots

In The Morning I'll Make Cereal: the one where professor reid sees your self-harm scars and wants to know more. PG, platonic.

If I Love You Was A Promise: the one where you have a meltdown and reid stays over to keep you company. PG, platonic.

The Red Means I Love You: the one where we revisit s12 e22: red light, but less... murdery. the first three times you thought: I wonder just how red I could make you. TV-14, fade to black smut.

Don't Call Me Dude: the one where reid takes home a new toy and wants you to try it out with him. TV-MA, smutty smut smut. straight filth

V-day Bouquet: the one where Spencer is in your apartment complex and you buy him a bouquet and chocolate on a whim. fluff, fade to black smut if you squint

☆ series

Neurotech: the one where Agent Jenna Connell (oc) and Reid spearhead an investigation into a pharmaceutical company whose clients are turning up dead

Preacher's Daughter: The one where Ethel Cain grew up with Spencer Reid.

PLEASE read the warnings/disclaimers on the PD masterlist if you're going to read all the way through. It starts out more on the tame side but gets darker as the fic goes on.

☆ my art

boy? consider him KISSED. coloured pencil on mixed media paper.

wip 1 and 2 of the oil painting i'm currently working on

not boykissing but rather girlkissing. i am a man of multitudes. from my brain of a girl I am hopelessly in love with

poem empathizing with cat adams idk if this counts as art but... ?

☆personal notes

Me<3

My name is Beau or Bowie, either is perfectly fine, pick your favourite. I use he/him pronouns. Majoritively write for Spencer, but if a request came in for a different character, I might see about it.

Requests are always welcome!! I love seeing y'all's ideas and am more than happy to oblige, BUT!

There are certain characters I will not write for at all, and some there are limitations on. I will not. Will NOT. ever write a hotchxreader. There are lots and lots of others who write great fics about that, but hotch just puts me off and always has, so I'm not down for that. However, he might appear in plot-relevant fics sometimes.

There isn't really any*thing* I won't write for. Pretty open as far as smut goes, same for angst, and fluff is anything goes.

My DMs are always always open!!!

Hit me up anytime. I'd love to listen to you vent, or hear about something cool that happened, or anything of the like. If you aren't up for that, anons are open for the very same:) to be honest it's kinda my dream to have regular anons so PLEASE hit me up it'll make my year

☆ recs

literally all of the bandages universe: @nereidprinc3ss. i binged it so quick. just flirty reader making spencer nervous for like. a bajillion words.

Covetous Cravings: @burymagdalene. the one where coitus takes place on Spencer's pretty Persian rug

Bad Day: @g4rvez-r3id. the one where you come home from a really bad day and your boyfriend, Spencer is there to save the day… and hold you while you cry.

CLASSIFIED: @ovrgrwnivy. the one where a sleepy morning turns into spencer falling over himself to get to work on time, forgetting his badge behind him.

Red Is Your Color: @esote-rika. the one where you send reid a scandalous christmas-themed photo and he Does Something about it.

@minswriting. the one where you use a vibrator on reid

And they were roommates: @rainydayathogwarts. the one with 0-boundary roomates.

Don't Call Me: @reiderwriter. the one where spencer keeps your cheating ex on the phone while participating in coitus

apparent loss or modification of information: @luveline. the one where reid doesn't remember you but he still has a crush.

#bowie's boykisser bonanza #bowie's yaps

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RICKMAS 2024 - DAY 7 - QUIET WISHING [A2]

Pairing : Colonel Brandon x OC

Summary : The Colonel is ready to move on and to taste the delight of happiness, but your secret weighs too heavily on your shoulders.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Sadness. Depression. Mention of Abortion.

DECEMBER MOON : Part I

Also read on AO3 - Wattpad

Colonel Brandon's heart was beating to a new rhythm. The rhythm of happiness at having found someone who seemed genuinely interested in him and not in his fortune, his title or his domain. You made him smile. Better yet, you made him happy.

He still remembered your father's face when he had asked him for permission to court you. The poor man had not believed it, you whose sharp mind had scared away more than one man, here was one of the richest and most respected men in the county interested in you and did not seem put off by your intelligence which sometimes bordered on insolence. But he also feared that Brandon wanted to take advantage of you.

"My daughter... She is not like the ladies you usually frequent in the salons, Colonel," your father had told him.

"Exactly, I don't want a lady who just smiles and sits idle while spending my money," Christopher had replied in his deep voice.

"She... [Y/N] is already 28 years old and has never been... courted or proposed to... that should... worry you," your father had suggested.

Christopher had found your father's concern cute. He had recognized in him a man worried about your well-being. He had reassured him of his intentions and your father who could not miss your annoyed and pleading look had said yes.

But at already 38 years old, Christopher did not want to spend months and months playing the game of convenience. He wanted to marry you quickly.

And you too, for your part, did not want to wait any longer to leave your father's home for the safety of a husband. But the happiness you had of being courted and loved by a man like him was tainted by the fear you had that he might one day know.

"[Y/N], is everything okay ?" Brandon asked you, looking genuinely worried.

You jumped slightly before smiling at him, your mind returning to the inside of the carriage that was gently shaking you on the bumpy road.

"Yes, very well, I... it's just that this is the first time I'm going to go to the Jennings and Mrs. Jennings... she's invited me often but I didn't feel like I belonged there..."

That wasn't really all that was bothering you but you didn't want to tell him the truth. If Christopher didn't believe you, he didn't show it, too busy admiring you in the wool coat he'd given you before you left, a coat that fit you and would keep you warm all winter.

The Jennings welcomed you warmly. He already knew that Christopher was courting you and although Mrs. Jennings' insinuations had made you uncomfortable at times, the day had been pleasant. But you didn't feel entirely at home in this world. You didn't know all the rules of etiquette and you were always a little slouched, a position reinforced by your feelings of inadequacy.

"You'll learn," Christopher said kindly when you confided your doubts, "I'll help you and if you wish, I can have a governess come and see you every day. But [Y/N], I'm not asking you for anything, you know that, right ?"

You nodded gently, grateful for what he was willing to do for you, to help you integrate into his world.

That night, lying in your bed with Henry by your side, covered with several blankets to counter the cold wind that was seeping in through the gaps in the windows, a dull anxiety invaded you. What you were doing was wrong. You were going to make this honest and sincere man suffer who didn't deserve it, a man who wouldn't even look at you anymore if he knew the truth, if he knew who you really were.

12 years ago

You were sixteen years old and you were considered one of the most beautiful girls in your village. Your long brown hair that you rarely bothered to style like a real lady, your soft and delicate face, your big green eyes, your natural kindness and your intelligence made you a rather singular person. You had few friends and the boys didn't really look at you, intimidated that you could hold a real conversation.

But you didn't care, you were still so innocent about things of love. You had a simple life with your father, a man who gave you more freedom than any other girl in your village could have dreamed of having.

No one looked at you except him. A lord's son, no less than that who had noticed you one day at the spring festival that was organized every year thanks to the kindness of his father. This year the old lord had not been able to come and it was him who had come. Tall, elegant, dark-haired with a nonchalant attitude, he had immediately caught your eye. He didn't look like anyone you knew. Nobody. And you didn't look like any of the ladies he rubbed shoulders with either. Why he had noticed you among all the others, you don't know and you would never understand, but it had been the case.

He had spoken to you to talk about the weather. He was charming, disarming too. He wasn't flattering and his sincerity had made you waver, giving rise to a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

That evening, when you returned home, you couldn't forget the smile that lit up his face, but you knew that you couldn't expect anything from this meeting. You were just grateful that he had been kind enough to speak to you, to treat you as an equal.

Except that you had seen her again. Once. Twice. Three times. And he had ended up admitting to you that if he came back to the village so often, it was to see you. Each time, he had a little gift for you: a drug, a silver brooch, a handkerchief embroidered with his initials, gifts that you kept preciously in a wooden box hidden under your bed. Not to mention the dozens and dozens of letters that you exchanged, hiding them in the gap of a stone wall on the edge of the village that secretly kept your correspondence while the other went to get the letter addressed to him. The drawer of your dresser was filled with the languorous words that he wrote to you every week.

"We could leave," he had told you one day.

"Where would we go ?"

"Anywhere. We'll get married in Scotland and then... We could go to America. Or this new land that he calls Australia. They say that there everything is big and everything is wild. We would be free to be what we want."

He kept telling you that your difference in status, in rank, was of no importance and he insisted a little more each time that you leave. And soon, he had infected you with his dreams of escape, of distant landscapes and of a future where conventions, social statuses would not exist.

Back to the present

"[Y/N], will you come with me to the Christmas party that the Jennings are organizing the night before ?"

Christopher was standing in your living room, his hands nervously playing with his hat while your father prepared tea in the next room, Henry at his side hoping to see him drop a biscuit.

"I... I'm not sure I have my place at such an evening," you answered, your cheeks blushing slightly.

You knew that the Jennings would receive prestigious guests, accustomed to the codes of this kind of evening.

"I will stay by your side the whole time," Christopher promised.

You looked up as your father came back into the room, nodding vigorously behind Christopher to urge you to say yes.

"Very well," you murmured.

The Colonel smiled, a shy smile on his lips, the same one that always made you melt.

"If you agree, Mr. [Y/S], I could take [Y/N] into town to buy her a dress for this evening."

"There's no need..." you began but your father almost immediately interrupted you to give his consent.

As you walked side by side, you could feel the eyes of the evil tongues who whispered about the fact that you didn't have a chaperone. Christopher didn't care. After all, you were practically his fiancé and at your ages, there were many other things to worry about. Besides, he was a man of honour, he would never have touched you before making you his wife.

But those whispers tightened your throat, taking you back years.

11 years ago

After a year of dreaming and hoping, you had abruptly learned the truth from a maid at the manor where the man you loved lived. He was engaged. Engaged to a woman of his rank.

"Is it true then ?" you had asked him when you had seen each other in your secret place, far from the eyes of the village.

"[Y/N], I... I am from an important family. I must honour my name."

"You promised me! You told me that our difference in status meant nothing, that we would run away."

"I shouldn't have let you believe that, it was a mistake."

"William," you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes.

"[Y/N], it was a dream. A beautiful dream, but you have to wake up now."

And he continued like this, in a cold voice, pretending that everything you had experienced, shared didn't count, was nothing.

"I'm leaving the region at the end of the month. I'm going to Wales. The wedding will take place there and we will settle in one of my father's properties. I'm sorry [Y/N], but you are intelligent, you must have suspected that all this was only ephemeral."

He stroked a lock of your hair, then he turned away and left without a backward glance, leaving you alone with your sorrow, your broken heart, your body in pain.

You fell to your knees, crying silently. You stayed there for a long time, hours. It was almost dark when you finally returned home. You felt empty, betrayed, in another world, so much so that you hadn't even heard your father's remonstrances.

The next day, you burned everything: the letters, the gifts, you wanted to erase him entirely from your existence. But it was too late. He had already left an indelible mark on you.

Back to the present

A lump in your throat, you listened to Christopher talk to you about the future. Children he hoped to have with you.

You had to tell him. He had to know what you had done 16 years ago. You couldn't let him believe that you were a young virgin saved for her husband. You had to tell him everything. But once again, you were too cowardly to do it, promising yourself once again that tomorrow, tomorrow you would talk to him.

But you didn't, the days passed, you kept your secret, your regrets, your remorse and your guilt with you. But on this December 23rd, Christopher did something you didn't expect.

He came to your house without you expecting it. Your father was busy at the Hawthorne's. He was preparing the tables and the decorations for their Christmas reception. However, you didn't hesitate to let Colonel Brandon come home. You knew you had nothing to fear with him, and besides, your four-legged companion would protect you if necessary.

Christopher stood in front of you, a little nervous. He felt a certain resistance in you, but he hoped that what he was going to ask you would break down your last defences and that you would teach him to understand your silences and your sometimes shifty glances.

"[Y/N], I wanted to ask you something," he began, pacing back and forth.

You were sitting by the fireplace, your heart pounding.

"I love you. With a deep and sincere love."

Your breath caught in your throat as he stopped in front of you, his hands crossed behind his back.

"I don't want to wait any longer. I don't want to waste any more time. I know I want you in my life. You touched my heart when I thought it was no longer possible."

"Colonel Brandon," you said, emotion choking your voice somewhat.

Christopher looked at you surprised. You only called him that in public, never in private, not since he asked you to use his Christian name.

"I..."

You couldn't continue. Sensing your hesitation, he took your hands in his, so strong, so powerful.

"I know I'm not perfect. I'm not the most handsome man in the kingdom, and my past has been filled with pain and regret. But I'm grateful to God for making me endure all of this. Thanks to it, I learned to recognize a true soul."

"Christopher," you began but he stopped you by raising his hand.

"I would like us to go to the Jennings' party tomorrow night as your fiancé and for you to allow me to tell my best friend that you have agreed to become my wife."

You turned pale. As if he could sense the tension emanating from your entire being, Henry came to rest his head against your leg. You absently took him on your lap, your eyes wide.

You looked up to see the hope in Christopher's, and you felt sick. You put Henry back on the ground and stood up abruptly to walk away.

"[Y/N]," Christopher said softly.

He didn't understand. What were you doing ? You weren't like Marianne, you couldn't be. He had thought he saw in you what he had been looking for for so long, and here you were about to break his heart, like all the others.

"I can't," you whispered.

His words were like a slap in the air. Brandon took a step back, hurt.

"Why ?" he asked firmly, "was I just a game to you ?"

"No ! Never ! I... Christopher... I..."

Tears welled up in your eyes and you bit your bottom lip until it bled.

"[Y/N], explain yourself. I want to know," he commanded.

"I'm not what you think I am. You deserve a much better woman than me who is worthy of walking by your side."

"[Y/N], I don't expect you to be perfect. But I want you to be honest."

"Honest... I wish I was, but I'm afraid you'll never look at me again."

"[Y/N], what do you mean ?"

Christopher felt worry rising in him. What could you possibly be hiding ?

"I... you'll probably despise me after this, but please, don't tell anyone, ever. I'm telling you because I owe it to you. What I did was wrong. I shouldn't have given you false hope, but please, Colonel Brandon... Christopher... keep my secret, I beg you."

You were crying for real now. Christopher helped you sit up and handed you a glass of water.

"Despising you ? Never. What could you have done that was so bad ?"

His tone was soft, his gaze worried. You hesitated for a split second, then spilled the beans.

"There... many years ago, when I was only 16 years old, I let myself be seduced by a young lord. He... he was insidiously sweet and he made me a thousand and one promises. He promised me a bright future, dreams that I would never have dared to imagine, but...

11 years ago

"My dear, you haven't stopped throwing up for three days. We should really call the doctor," your father had told you tenderly.

"It's not necessary, Dad. We don't have much money and I'll get better soon, there's an epidemic in the village. I probably caught it when I went to sell our apples to Mr. DeGardener."

Your father had nodded, even if he remained worried about you. But you knew you were lying. You weren't sick. It was worse than that.

Two months ago, William had taken you to his house in secret. A magnificent home like you had never seen before. His parents were away, traveling to Scotland with three-quarters of the servants. He had let you in discreetly, under the noses of the few servants still present.

He had taken you to his room, kissed you on the cheek, forehead, nose, mouth. Up until then, nothing more than what you had already done. He then went down your neck and one of his fingers had gently lowered the collar of your dress to place a kiss on the top of your breasts. Out of breath, you had let him do it.

He slid his other hand along your leg, raising your dress up your thigh to place his hand under your drawers, and there again, you had not pushed him away. You knew what was going to happen, you were not as naive as you seemed... well, at least you liked to think so.

Several times, he had asked you if you were sure, if you wanted him to stop. When he had unbuttoned your dress, when he had slid it down your body, when he had removed your wool socks, your undershirt and one last time, before his hands slid your drawers down your legs

And after you had whispered "yes" to him one last time, he had laid you down on his bed and had taken your purity, your innocence, your entire body.

You obviously couldn't tell your father this, but there was one person you could confide in. You knew she wouldn't judge you and she would never tell him again.

You had waited until the next morning, for your father to leave for work to leave him a note and you had left for your grandmother's house. She lived in a modest house a little outside the village, nestled at the end of a path lined with old twisted trees that filtered the autumn light, making their foliage almost unreal.

With bruised feet and a fragile mind, you had timidly knocked on the door, your shoulders weighed down by an emotional fatigue that devoured you more than anything else. Your grandmother had come to open the door. When she saw you, her face had lit up with a toothless smile. Her white hair was tied up in a strict bun and her face, marked by the years, was marked by a little more worry when she saw you with red eyes and a defeated expression.

"Grandma, I didn't know where to go," you had said, bursting into tears.

She had immediately pulled you into her arms. You still remembered her scent of lavender and wood and for the first time since William had abandoned you, you felt safe.

She had led you to the fire and while she made tea, you had unpacked everything. Absolutely everything, while your grandmother had sat in her old, worn armchair, a blanket around her shoulders, listening to you without saying a word.

"My dear," your grandmother had finally said at the end of your story.

"I loved him, Grandma. And I believed him when he said he would marry me," you had said in a hoarse, almost inaudible voice.

"I know, my dear. But you are not the first young girl to be taken in by the sweet promises of a young man in search of pleasure."

"He left me like I was nothing. Like we had nothing in common and all his promises were nothing but wind," you said, crying even harder.

"You're no less precious, [Y/N]. No one needs to know what happened, it's yours," your grandmother had said wisely.

"Except... Oh, Grandma ! I'm expecting his child !"

Your tears had redoubled, almost choking you as your throat was so tight.

"There is no forgiveness for girls like me. I'm lost and when the whole village finds out, my father's name will be sullied."

The old woman had immediately stood up to hug you.

"No one needs to know. You made a mistake, that's true, but that doesn't define you. Neither you nor your worth. It's what you do from now on that matters," she had said firmly.

"What am I going to do, Grandma ?"

The old woman thought silently for a moment, her fingers clenched on the armrest of the chair you were sitting in.

"I... I'm going to go see your father..."

"NO !" you cried.

She silenced you with a look, the same kind of look she used to make you understand, when you were a child, that you were getting a little too insolent.

"I'm going to tell him that I'm not doing very well and that I want to go on a pilgrimage to talk to God. He'll tell me that I'm too old and I'll tell him that's why I want you to come with me, to watch over me."

"Where shall we go, Grandma ?"

"I know a place where we can help you."

"Grandma, you're not judging me, are you ?" you asked, consumed by guilt.

She took your hand in hers and squeezed it with all her strength.

"My poor little darling. You carry a weight that is far too heavy for a young girl, but you are not the first young woman to let a man abuse you. Listen to me carefully, this secret will be ours and you must never, ever let it define you or dictate the rest of your life, understood ?"

You didn't answer and she squeezed your hands a little tighter.

"Understood ?" she asked again with more force.

"Yes," you breathed.

"Good. I'm going to take you to a small, remote convent run by sisters who are rather... let's say more caring than others. They'll give you a choice. Either stay there until you're delivered and they'll then take care of your child, entrust him to a good family who can't have one or..."

You saw her hesitate and you raised a questioning look.

"Or what, grandmother ?"

"Or some of them know... they know how to make angels."

Your breath hitched. You knew what she meant.

"It will be your decision, [Y/N], but know that no matter what you decide, you will do what you believe is right and I, I will always love you just as much."

She hugged you again, whispering to you that anyone who dared to judge you would know nothing of the weight of the human heart. And a week later, you found yourself in this convent, surrounded by sisters who were not as caring as promised, who had made disparaging remarks to you under the disapproving gaze of your grandmother, but despite the sermons, one of them had created an angel and you had returned home as you had left, at least in appearance. But the specter of your guilt, you knew, would never leave you.

Back to the present

"It was supposed to be the best solution, an end, but it was only a beginning. I woke up after days of fever, weakened, my body bruised and my heart... my heart completely empty," you said without even trying to hold back your tears.

Christopher looked at you, his features serious but his eyes not devoid of compassion. He had listened to you from start to finish without interrupting you.

"That day, I lost my faith and my dignity. You see, Christopher, I am not what you think. I am not pure. I am just a slut who... who made an angel out of the child she was expecting. I am not worthy of you, of your love."

A heavy silence fell, broken only by your sobs. Christopher crossed the distance between you and took one of your hands in his. You tried to pull it away, but he stopped you.

"Please, Colonel, don't tell anyone. My father never knew, nor did anyone in our village. This secret belonged only to my grandmother and me. Today, my grandmother is no longer of this world, I am the only one carrying this secret. Please, please, keep it to yourself, I only revealed it to you so that you understand why we can't be together," you said in one go.

"[Y/N], look at me" he asked with authority.

You timidly looked up, afraid to see anger in his eyes, but you only saw love.

"I don't despise you. All I see is a young woman who, far too young, had to go through hell. But you came out stronger. And today, you don't have to carry that burden alone anymore," he said in a soft voice.

You shook your head violently, ready to protest, but he stopped you.

"You have survived much pain, much suffering that few could have borne," he continued with unwavering compassion, "and you are still here, standing before me, strong, fighting. It takes a strength that I can only admire, not despise."

"But I am not pure. I am broken," you whispered.

"And me too, life has broken me many times. But I got back up every time, like you. Life is like that. We all carry our burdens, but they shape us. You are not broken [Y/N], you are like a reed. The wind wanted to break you in two, but you only bent for a moment before getting back up."

His words resfelt like a balm on your bruised heart and for the first time in a long time, you saw hope and the possibility of finally letting those old wounds heal.

"I don't deserve you," you said weakly.

He squeezed your hand a little tighter as if to anchor you to reality.

"You deserve all the love in the world. And I love you. I love you as you are, for who you are. No matter who you were, what you've done. And if you're ready to accept me with my own demons, then I promise to love you, to protect you and together we will build a future far from the ghosts that haunt us. A future where there will be only hope, happiness and you can always lean on me."

You probed him as if to make sure he wasn't playing you, but you saw only sincerity and love on his features.

"[Y/N], do you agree to be my wife ?" Christopher asked softly.

"Yes," you said between sobs.

He held you close, resting his chin on the top of your head. When the front door opened, he quickly stepped back.

"[Y/N], what's going on here ?" your father asked, looking at Christopher suspiciously.

"Dad..."

"I asked [Y/N] to be my wife and she agreed," Christopher answered for you.

Your father's face might have made you laugh if you weren't still reeling from the confession you had just made.

"Well, that's a surprise," he finally said, sitting down heavily on an armchair.

The Colonel took his leave, not without kissing your forehead tenderly, almost possessively before taking his leave.

The next day, he picked you up for the evening at the Jennings, a ring between his fingers.

"It belonged to my mother," he told you as he slipped it onto your finger. "And now, it's yours. And you're mine," he said as he kissed your temple.

And you left for the Jennings, you wrapped in the wool coat that Christopher had given you, he had the biggest smile you'd ever seen on his face. And in that dark night where the cold bit your cheeks, you let yourself go against him when in the carriage, he wrapped his arms around you to warm you. But it wasn't so much his arms that warmed you as the promise of a future that you had never dared to hope for before. And silently, you thanked the heavens for having heard your quiet wishing.

#alan rickman #colonel brandon x female oc #colonel brandon x reader #sense and sensibility #rickmas2024 #evans23

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