#maybe I'll write something for it... maybe

[rosemelodyshah]

I used to have fights with people who were like YOUR VOCAB IS NOT BETTER STOP READING MURDER MYSTERY BOOKS

And in my head I'd go okay then but at least I know what Bit the bullet and Beat around the bush and Under the weather and On cloud nine means which my 15 year old class mates did NOT

Ive known what that means since before I was 10. It's common sense. It's never come up in a book I've read but they seemed to have instilled better sense in me than those who don't read.

At least I know how to listen to the teacher and be quiet.

The ones above legit no one in my class knew the meaning. And then there are so many others that 15 year old people who spoke English did not know. Majority people didn't get An eye for an eye or Barking up the wrong tree or Hit the hay or Break a leg meant either.

Actually, I'm surprised by how many people (all older than me) I've had to tell that Break a leg meant good luck. Which is sort of forgivable bc breaking a leg is a painful thing and all, but like. Half of languages are just. Sarcasm and DONT TAKE ME LITERALLY PLEASE.

So.

Half the world will insult their friends and it will actually be them saying Stay safe or I love you or Not your fault or whatever anyway.

Honestly. There has to be some more basic language literacy.

Don't even get me started on Literature guys.

15 16 year old people don't know the meaning of Heath or Sceptre or whatnot

And when it comes to poems!

Can't tell the rhyming schemes to save their lives!

They don't know onomatopoeia or Hyperbole or similies from metaphors or assonance and alliteration or—

I tell you me in English or Literature classes was just the teachers having to explain something like what Thy meant and then catching my eye and giving a quiet sighing shrug with a smile because the two of us were literally the only people who got. Anything.

These people came to class for Macbeth or Mice and Men or Inspector Goole and did not read a single page. They did not know a thing.

I join the school wayy into the year and after them and I know who Mr Birling is and what Sheila feels and actually have proper questions and the class is like Yeah I'm sure I'll figurenit out and then comes the great class begging me for stuff about the book they had ages to read

Idk if these things are really so hard to know or if I truly was surrounded by illiterate idiots but my vote is on the second one.

I knew like basically all of those idioms mentioned above by the time I was in second grade!

And then there was the "Don't read books in class."

Ma'am. I respect you. I feel sorry for you. But I will not just sit idly while you desperately try to explain what Beat around the bush means.

They actually gave up halfway and would have me come up, explain the simple thing in question, use it in like 6 sentences and sit back down.

These people had to be told how adjectives worked even. How describing things work. How when it comes to descriptions you go "that large, green and white striped soft toy was his favourite."

How It is a pronoun. I am not exaggerating. You can't physically come up with this. How do you have to explain that.

How do you have to explain that water is an uncountable noun but like. Idk. Dice is countable.

Or that tongue twisters are "She sells sea shells on the sea shore" or "Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers" or (my fave) "Betty bought some butter but the butter was bitter so Betty bought some better butter to make the bitter butter taste better"

We actually had to explain tongue twisters to them.

Nd these same people would question my English.

"why did you write 'he had had enough' that's not how it works" idk maybe tell me how it works after you figure out whether you're saying right or write okay.

I had to explain to them the read read red lead lead led thing.

HOW DO YOU NOT GET THAT.

They didn't even know anagrams or homophones or heteronyms or homographs or or palindromes or—

the problem with reading and writing leading to a strong vocabulary is that you tend to know the vibe of words instead of their meanings.

if I used this word in a sentence, would it make sense? absolutely. if you asked me what it meant, could I tell you? absolutely not.

[paladinsbrainrot]

st5 teaser thoughts ☆

ok I know everyone is posting their thoughts about the teaser but I have a lot of findings that I haven't seen many people talk about and would love to share my two cents on !! so many dots have been connecting for me and I really just wanted a place to write everything down / make a few predictions. I'll be skipping over scenes that are pretty self-explanatory and that I don't have any commentary on — these are just what I find most interesting !

as always a warning for potential st5 spoilers. I'll be talking a bit about leaks later on in the post so if that's something you don't want to see please turn away!!

1 -> does anyone remember when the duffers shot-listed st5 with funkos..... well I am extremely confident that these scenes are connected ! for one, all of the characters are the same: will, el, nancy, robin — joyce is on the other side of the room on the intercom — so I am pretty sure that these scenes will take place around the same time. ALSO, in the video with the funkos, the duffers said that they had to pan the camera to end on will, and that eleven says that there are "too many [of something ?]" sorry for not attaching the video — I dug so hard for it and couldn't find it, only the picture, but if I find it I will add it so you can watch it for yourself and see what the hell I'm talking about

earlier on in the scene, mike mentions the fact that a "burn" is commencing. I think this has something to do with the gates/tunnels and/or the demodogs spilling into hawkins again. the gang is probably planning to burn something so that the demodogs or whatever monster is out there won't be able to attack hawkins any further. (this could also be about the military, but I think this is less likely) this is probably why el says that there are "too many" in the scene, as perhaps halfway throughout the plan they realize that they have underestimated the sheer amount of monsters they have to kill and things go south fast.

what I find most interesting about this scene is the fact that they have to pan to WILL.

if you notice in the background of the scene, will appears completely OUT OF IT, eyes rolled back like he's having a vecna vision, or like during s2 when the mind flayer was controlling him via true sight. we know that we eventually get a close up of will in this scene because of this moment later on in the teaser....

(you can tell it's the radio station from the couch)

basically, I'm like 99% sure these scenes take place one after the other and that while they are trying to 'burn' the demodogs/tunnels/whatever, will passes out — maybe because he's still connected to the hive mind and the pain becomes too much. another one of my guesses is that during this burn, will has a vision of some sorts and passes out because of it. the latter theory is only if will isn't still connected to the hivemind, but I think it's obvious he still is.

2 -> I don't really see anyone talking about this scene but I think it is pretty blatant that he is at school here. there's some girls with backpacks in the background and it just looks very school-esque to me. I don't know why but I just wanted to point it out because no one has said anything about it and will being in school again just makes me happy lol. maybe he's sensing henry because of the fact that he also attended hawkins high? OR, since I'm assuming this happens after he and mike drop holly off at school, he senses that something bad happened to her?

3 -> the date on lucas' watch says thursday, november 2nd, 2:12 pm. the official synopsis of st5 stated that the season was set during the week of nov 6, so I'm guessing the series will progressively build up to end on that day since it was the day everything started. maybe I'm reading this wrong so please correct me if I am — but this doesn't make a whole lot of sense because november 2nd in 1987 fell on a monday, not a thursday. I remember when ross first posted this still onto his instagram, people thought it said thursday november 12th, which made a whole lot more sense because that day actually fell on a thursday. but now that we got a closer look at it, it looks very much like a 2 and not a 12, so I'm just weirdly confused??? like what is going on. unless I'm blind and the TH is not actually a TH or means something else entirely. just something I thought was worth mentioning.

4 -> okay first of all,,, this shot is so fucking insane and looks amazing wtf. but I have many thoughts !!! honestly, I am not a super big 'will has powers' truther, but this is just too crazy for me to ignore. not even considering the fact that he's able to jump like that, I think the imagery and symbolism here is pretty undeniable.

I'm like 99% sure after will jumps he doesn't make the jump and falls from the tree like we saw in the bts trailer from last year, which begs the question — how the hell did the demogorgon not catch him??? I think it's pretty telling that the lighting strikes and lines up exactly with will's figure. I don't know if this makes a whole lot of sense but ... isn't there the whole stigma that during thunderstorms you're not supposed to climb trees/be in high places because there's a chance you can get struck by lighting? I'm not saying that this is necessarily happening to will, but him being struck by lighting and then being given some kind of electrokinetic power to fend off the demogorgon kind of makes sense. it would explain how he was able to escape such a brute force and why he was able to talk to joyce in the lights in s1.

5 -> end barrier to the upside down iktr. will byers created hawkins in the ud truthers RISE. will is essentially vecna's "builder" according to the leaked st5 promotional deck so I feel like this isn't too far fetched!!

6 -> maybe my 2nd favourite scene that the teaser has given us. it tells so much but so little. I have so much to say.

let me just start with MAX!!!!! If they are doing what I think they are doing I am going to scream my head off because this is everything I've ever wanted.... something that I wanted to see in s5 ever since 2022 was lucas dragging max's unconscious body out of the hospital so she can be included in whatever plan that they are doing. I'm pretty sure that this actually takes place at the hospital, given the candy striper outfit vickie (?) is wearing, but it is still interesting to me nonetheless. the demodogs have attacked the hospital, and lucas is defo determined to get max out of there in one piece. he will not leave her behind. lumax 😭😭😭😭

I am 90% sure robin is also in this scene. a while ago we got pap photos of lucas (in the same outfit) and robin at the hospital together.

this is probably the scene they were filming that day! it just makes a lot of sense considering the fact that vickie is also here. vickie joining the supernatural plot UGH I have prayed for times like this.

7 -> one of my most anticipated scenes OH MY GOD. this is genuinely such a cool scene and I can't wait to see how it plays out in canon WOW. so.... this is likely the scene where the demogorgon/vecna attacks the wheeler house and when holly gets taken and karen gets injured. fear not I do not think miss karen is dying!!! there were reports of karen getting absolutely MAIMED by a demogorgon that leaked in early feb, but she apparently makes it out okay. but I think that ted is defo a goner in this scene given the way we've had scenes of holly and karen looking out in anguish. plus it would up the stakes a little bit and it just feels like something the duffers would do.

8-> robin with blood on her neck..... she's wearing the same outfit from when she was on the farm & at the hospital so she either gets a lil injured or something goes DOWN in either of those locations. this either happens after the hospital attack scene with lucas + max OR after the barn scene where joyce defends everyone with an axe from a demogorgon. something bloody is DEFO happening in both of those scenes tho.

9 -> is this not the mindflayer........

10 -> first of all RENT IS DUE natalia is acting her ass off here. second of all this is definetly connected to the holly/karen scene and I think I may have connected the Dots about everything.

okay so.... nancy and el arrive at the wheeler house at some point to save face. nancy is wearing the same outfit here that she was wearing in the scene of her at the sink. current running Theory is that holly gets taken by vecna to the upside down/his mindscape and ted dies and karen gets SUBSTANTIALLY injured. nancy probably runs over to her and tries to help her, getting her mom's blood all over her. but I do not think karen dies and here's why!

we see a scene of nancy and mike in the hospital from the bts teaser. you can tell it's the same because there is the same antiseptic, sterile green lighting. they probably rush karen to the hospital and nancy goes with, and she has a scene breaking down near the sink. then we have a scene of nancy and mike on karen's beside while she's unconscious. I don't think karen dies because there's no way they're just looming over karen's dead body in the hospital — she has to be unconscious/ in critical condition otherwise they wouldn't be there. not to mention all the leaked reports that said karen was alive but heavily injured.

11 -> SHOT OF THE DECADE PEOPLE. I have yapped about this scene SOOOOO MUCH on here already but it is just genuinely breathtaking and I love everything about it. the way will looks like he's in genuine defeat and is giving up on something. that or exhaustion. his wet hair. THE FACT THAT HE'S SO SWEATY??? THE TEARS ON HIS FACE????? THE BLUE LIGHT TAKING OVER THE FRAME AS HE ACCEPTS DEFEAT?????? Im normal I'm normal Im normal

I have a few thoughts and possibilities for this scene....

IF they are 'burning' the hive mind again ��� another exorcism has to take place in order to save will. maybe this is why the scene is SOOO red, because there's so much heat. perhaps we were wrong about loverslakegate all along and the reason why will's abnormally wet is because he's just so sweaty because of the heat. and perhaps mike is there during the exorcism which explains why he is also wet. this makes a LOT of sense to me because we have the scene of the smoke climbing up the radio tower that I mentioned earlier that looks EXTREMELY similar to when the mindflayer was burned out of will in s2.

the blue light is reminding me SO MUCH of police/ambulance lights. I don't know if I fully believe that will is staying with the wheelers (this is a whole other can of worms that I will hopefully try to explain in a later post) but it makes a little sense if maybe he were there with nancy and el when they arrive at the wheelers to save karen and holly? If he's lived with karen for the past year and a half he'd probably have gotten to know her a lot better and would be reasonably upset at her being injured. maybe he's upset with himself for not being able to save her as he passed out during his vision earlier and therefore looks like he's accepting defeat.

12 -> I have no words. Why is he so terrified. WHY. we all know that max and all the other victims have been frightened in vecna's presence but not like this so WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO MAKE WILL REACT LIKE THIS???? I genuinely cannot even wrap my head around a proper theory for this one because I don't know why the hell he would be so scared. On the plus side I think this is the first time we've seen will scream and I am super excited #screamqueenwillbyers

13 -> I don't know if anyone pointed this out already but this is robin's arm 😭😭😭😭 my little lesbian running the squawk and being the radio host oh lord I can't do this.

14 -> will is definetly some sort of spy again because I don't know any other reason for this scene lol. ALSO. the transition to the tunnels? absolute cinema. this just makes a lot of sense to me because we know will had true sight in s2 and was able to see through to the tunnels — so whatever is happening here is definetly connected. ALSO! we know that robin, lucas, and mike help the kids escape the military base using the tunnels (from leaks and the script that maya accidentally posted) it's kind of hard to see but i'm pretty sure lucas is running through the tunnels in that scene with two of the kids he is trying to save.

it's worth noting that I think the above scene happens in the tunnels and lucas has blood on him so maybe he's not able to save the kids....

15 -> this scene is very interesting to me as well. first of all — max parallels! second — I think this is at the turnbow mansion. some background info in case anyone doesn't know: the turnbows are supposedly a wealthy family who own the farm. derek is their son. I have a theory that vickie is related to them too but I do not have the time to explain that here lol. my current theory is that the turnbows have something in the house that connects to the tunnels/the gang needs to get a hold of.

we know that erica has dinner there during episode three called 'the turnbow trap'. several other bts photos were posted of the characters in the turnbow's basement. MY prediction is that they use erica as a distraction to sneak into the turnbow's basement. derek turnbow supposedly has a crush on erica (from leaks) and so it makes sense that they would know each other and that erica could get herself over for dinner. during this dinner she's able to distract / sedate (?) them to give the other characters the opportunity to sneak into the house. maybe she fails in sedating derek which is how he gets wrapped into everything soon after.

16 -> WILL'S LEG SQUIRMING. HE'S SO OBVIOUSLY IN PAIN OHHHHH BROTHER. NEVER BEATING THE NOT CONNECTED TO THE HIVE MIND ALLEGATIONS

17 -> this fuckass tree. anyway. It's kind of already widely thought out that while the party is doing their solo-investigative-mission in the woods, will gets a flashback to the time he fell from the tree in the upside down. and while I believe this is true, I think once the boys snap him out of his trance he will brush them off and pretend that he didn't see anything. why? I don't really have a genuine reason but I can picture him not wanting them to worry about him/maybe it's something that he doesn't necessarily want to share.

however we know that he goes investigating the same tree later on in the night. I think he originally starts this exhibition as wanting to get a better look at it on his own, but I think robin may catch him sneaking out of the radio station and decide to tag along with him. it might be easier for will to talk to her/explain things to her because he isn't so close with her and therefore his words might hold less weight. does that make sense ??? I don't know. his past is a touchy subject so it might be something he doesn't feel comfortable talking about yet with the boys. I think this would open up the perfect chance for robin and will to start talking to each other and their eventual duo dynamic.

anyway! those are most of my thoughts from the teaser that I feel haven't really been said. I mostly just wanted to write everything down so I can get all of my predictions straight — so let's hope some of these are true??? if there are some things in here which don't make any sense/you would like some clarification on PLEASE let me know, I have been following production sooooo closely in the past year so I might have just assumed a lot of people knew things/ it was common knowledge and didn't explain well enough. thank you for reading and defo add ur thoughts if you have any!!!!

[lorelune]

the way I sprinted here after I saw your post for writing practice 😭😭😭 can I request phainon + praise kink (giving or receiving) ?!?! or literally any other trope or kink HAHA I just wanna see your phainon! - @yinyuedijun

mao beloved... here's my crack on phainon. i meant this to be horny and it went hurt/comfort. enjoy!!!!

"you should be more careful." you frown, dipping your hand below the surface of the swirling bathwater. still a little too warm.

phainon laughs from somewhere behind you, jovial and far too kind for his current state. just minutes before, you had his arm slung around your shoulders (a stupidly ineffective maneuver, given your height different) and helped him limp to your favored private bath. it's a round room, a circular bath in the middle of the room, cut into the floor. you kneel beside it, brow furrowed.

phainon wheezes behind you. his penance for laughing, you suppose.

"you know i can't be," he laughs again, despite the pain that you know has burrowed in his ribs.

deliverer, deliverer, deliverer.

what an unfortunate title.

you don't tell phainon that you think this way, you just do what you can to lessen the strain of such a role. your blood runs red, his gold, and the burden your carry is inherently less.

you drop a sachet of herbs into the steaming water. the thin bag is only about the size of your palm all of its contents blended by your own hands, springing plants and flower petals dried in the light of Kephale's burden from twine in your little apartment. it's fragrant, the bathwater taking on that familiar herbal aroma that you associate with these soaks you prepare for phainon. the scent is almost strong enough to obscure the uniquely auric, acrid perfume of chrysos heir ichor.

phainon shifts behind you. you hear his clothes and armor, metal and thick cloth.

"don't you think about getting up," you say, not looking at him. "i'll help you undress in just a moment."

"i can do that myself, you know."

"of course you can," you assure him. he can, but you're worried he'll hurt himself more. or, stain his garments any worse than they're already gold-smeared. "but, you can also be a good boy and wait a few minutes for me, can't you?"

and phainon— the poor man squeaks.

you chuckle under your breath, contented. for all the muscle and brawn, for all the notoriety and respect, for all of the burden and intrigue of him, phainon really is quite easy to understand when you're this close to him.

he's never transparent, not really. there's something always lurking just under the surface of him that you can't fully grasp. in the same way that there's a layer of epsom salts at the bottom of the bath that won't fully dissolve, even after you poured them in, there's something unresolved and grainy in phainon too.

it doesn't concern you, so much. maybe you're cruel for that.

the present concerns you the most. your ability to be present and kind to phainon in each current moment, with what he presents himself to be, is enough.

once the water is just nearly the right temperature, you rise, suppressing a wince as your knees crack and ache. phainon eyes you, puppy-like in his show of concern. soft eyes, a little droopy and round, are soft. not wet, but they could be. his lips curl down just the faintest bit, in an almost coquettish frown. it's cute.

he sits on a marble bench, cut into the wall of the room. his legs are splayed out, a not-insignificant gash carving one of his thighs. it's bound to be healing already, to some degree. even so, it's still weeping blood, dyeing his pants a few shades darker, a metallic sheen becoming woven into the fabric.

his hand, large and calloused, comes to rest on your hip. he rubs a circle there, touch just barely dipping under your top. skin-on-skin contact always calms him down.

"see?" you lean forward, letting him catch the weight of you by your hips. "i knew you could be a good boy."

"don't tease me, please," phainon says with no real bite. "i'm infirmed."

"i see that." you resist the urge to say— you're always a little infirmed. not by virtue of his demigod body, but the way he chooses to treat it. the way something larger than him deigns it to be treated.

it's cruel. it's, perhaps, just as cruel for you to be relieved that fate seems to care far less about you.

phainon holds you, tight and secure, as you begin to disrobe him. first his pauldron and all its straps. then his cape, only slightly torn, followed by his bracers and duster. one piece after another, you peel his clothing off him. it's a particularly nasty process, today. his clothes are trashed. the dressmaster is going to throw a fit over these casualities. well, as much of a fit as she will throw— it's usually just pulling phainon's ear and echoing the same sentiment you do.

please be careful.

the last bit of clothing on him is a simple bare of briefs. he has to stand to take those off, balancing with two hands on your shoulders as you roll them down his thighs and kick them away.

before the soak, you wipe down the worst of his wounds. you don't need the bathwater to be dirtied with shimmer. you take a warm, wet rag and tend to the worse of his wound.

phainon doesn't let you go far.

he's like this, clingy. the way that well-trained, well-loved dog would look at its beloved owner. he sticks close to you, a hand always on you. rubbing your shoulder, petting your hair— as if you're the one who needs tending, and not him.

"bathe with me?" phainon asks, voice lower and sweeter than it should be. it's like catnip to you— damn him.

"perhaps."

"pleaseeee?"

you think that some would look at this particular man, begging for bath time company, and think less of him for it.

you think far more of him for the showing this side of himself.

it's not weak to want this. connection, closeness, touch beyond that which maims and claws for survival.

it's difficult— no, impossible, to not give him when he asks so sweetly and you so wholly know what it means to want what he wants.

"alright, fine." you sigh, as if it was a difficult decision.

as you guide him to the bath, you can't help but notice that he's half-hard. easy, phainon is to. he's quite beat up, but you can't be sure if he'll want anything beyond kind touch.

you'll see.

phainon hisses as he lowers into the water, just below his collar bones. gold still swirls around him, melding into the bathwater.

"stings," he says with gritted teeth. it always does, but phainon lets himself show that discomfort when it's just you and him.

"i know," you kneel on the lip of the tub. you press your lips to his temple. "you're doing so well."

this close, you can see him— feel him shudder. you pet his hair, using your nails along his scalp. he groans, sinking further into the water. his eyes even roll back into his head. you feel smitten with the pleasure and ease he displays so easily. you can't place if he's more like a dog or a sunbathing cat in this moment.

you only stop your petting when he grabs hold of your wrist. gently, despite the wound up tension that never really leaves him.

"are you coming in?"

"allow me to disrobe, at least." half the time, he doesn't. he's an impatient lover when he allows himself to be.

today, he lets you strip down. it doesn't take long. your garments are few and soft, hardly meant to protect, unlike phainon.

but once they're off, you're really both the same. flesh and blood, bones and sinew wrapped in skin. both of you carry scars, and phainon's blood may be divinely spirited, but as you slide into the water beside him, curl in his lap, and place your cheek over his sternum—

he feels far more like a human than a god.

[binmeister]

I heard you were taking requests Ψ( ｀▽´ )Ψ perhaps perhaps if you have the time and if you feel like its (no pressure ofc!) you could write something on the reader being obsessed with the saja boys ? (`･ω･´)

And like i mean obsessed obsessed 🙏🏻✨ not sasaeng level obsessed but like really weirdly into them type :DD

Take it however as you will ><!! You have full creative liberty and anything and all in between!!

Have a wonderful day!! Please don’t go bald!! /pos

Memorable fan interaction

Jinu x Fangirl! Reader (GN mostly)

loose drabble on this - thinking about the fans who like the idol but have 0 interest in actually befriending / knowing the idol and giggling to myself over it bc me

maybe i'll extend this to other saja boys if people are interested, jinu's just the funniest to me

my hair is still in tact /pos

CW: not proofread, mild crackfic for funsies

wordcount » 1.9k est.

Fangirl! Reader who wears Saja Boy apparel and has decorated photocards your friend printed out and bedazzled with you on a random weekday. Bag hanging heavy with keychains that represent the guys, 5 different soda keychains in the various representative colours that clang loudly whenever you readjust the weight of it on your shoulder.

Your phone case has a fan-made poca of all five guys because OT5 forever! Your keys are weighed down by keychains and small plushies of the representative animals as well, your room has posters on the wall, various pictures of them and various figurines or plushies related to them as well. The Saja Boys had become your comfort group.

You’ve watched every livestream compilation there was, trying your best to watch them live when you could but sometimes you just couldn’t make it due to real life obligations. You’ve got fan accounts on social media where you interact with other fans and comment on their posts, the only thing you haven’t done is go to a fansigning event or a concert. It’s just way too expensive.

So when you’re exiting the subway, heavy bag on your shoulder and your phone and keys weighing in your hands as you keep up with whatever fan war was going on this time, you don’t notice when you’ve bumped into someone. The impact was sudden, your phone slipping from your grasp and your keys loudly jingling to the floor as you promptly apologise to whoever it is you’ve bumped into.

“Sorry! Sorry I wasn’t paying attention-” You’re stammering out as you quickly scrounge to pick up your keys and your phone, praying that the screen didn’t crack because of one unlucky impact. Keys jingling as you shift to shove it into your half opened bag as you straighten back up only to bow repeatedly in apology to whoever you almost bowled over.

“Are you alright?” Weird. Why’s this voice so familiar? Your hands are waving an ‘all good!’ gesture as you straighten up now to look at who you’d run into, there’s a flicker of recognition in your eyes as your neck instinctively cranes up slightly to look at Jinu's eyes. The Jinu from the Saja Boys.

Your mouth opens and closes, like a fish out of water for a moment before you give him a thumbs up and bow once more. “Love your music! Have a nice day.”

And you turned to immediately walk away.

Jinu is left stunned, black cap sitting comfortably on his head and a hood hooked on top of that - hell he even had a facemask on and you recognised him still. But now you’re walking away? He contemplates calling out to you, offer a signature or anything in case you were the type of fan to stir trouble up online but ends up opting to take a few quick paces to catch up with you instead. The guys could wait a little bit surely.

“Hey-” His fast strides meant he caught up to you quickly, your head is down and you’re staring back at your phone as you continue to scroll through the text threads you were reading before. You don’t even hear him as you pop in your earbuds and continue on your way, don’t even realise he’s literally walking in pace with you as you go about your way.

“Dumb as hell..” You snicker to yourself as you look at some insane take someone had about the group, how the members may have been caught leaving a love hotel or something like that and you laugh a little to yourself as you scroll through the replies. 

» pretty sure abby is too busy munching protein powder to speak to a woman

» romance checks out tbf

» baby??? the dude that unironically says goo goo gaga ???? wild

» i could take mystery. (not in a fight btw)

» idk jinu kinda gives... losercore... just saying

Your hand not occupied with scrolling through the comments had gone up to cover your mouth as you laughed again at the last comment, completely unaware of the subject of said comment looking over your shoulder as you keep walking. Just completely oblivious to his presence.

“I do not give losercore.” He suddenly comments and you jolt, nearly dropping your phone as you finally realise someone’s been walking beside you for however long it had been now. His hand reflexively reaches out to hold your phone steady and it’s obvious he’s entertained in the way his eyes crinkle at the corner, his mouth may be covered by a mask but you can just tell that he’s smiling.

“I- wh-” You’re frazzled, a small ‘thank you’ coming out as you hold onto your phone with both hands now just to be safe. Then you blurt out the first thing that comes to your head, “Are you stalking me?”

Jinu’s eyebrows shoot up, he has to hold back the knee jerk reaction of straight up cackling because how on Earth did you come to that conclusion. His eyes briefly scan you - oversized hoodie, a bag with keychains and pins littered all over it, a fat ‘Join the Pride’ sticker slapped onto a water bottle that’s struggling to stay contained in the side pocket, everything screamed fangirl.

But you’re not a screaming fangirl.

“I won’t snitch but like, can you-” You’ve backed away from him slightly, your nose scrunching in mild disgust. “Like.. go do your idol thing or something..”

“Excuse me?” He’s baffled.

“Like, go busk or go sign some fans stuff, also don’t you have like security or something? Where are they?” You’re shooting question after question at him, your eyes scanning the area around you for any hidden cameras in case this was some kind of prank shoot for YouTube about idols surprising fans. But there’s no one. No security, no cameras, no one else seems to even recognise Jinu which makes you wonder how you did because he looks pretty generic right now.

“Oh my god don’t sue me for assault. I don’t have that kind of money.” You’re just rambling at this point, too fanfiction pilled and horror-story pilled about fans being sued or forced to sign NDAs for various reasons. “Actually yeah, I’m just gonna go.”

You’re speed walking at this rate, a hand up to your earbuds to check they’re still in place as you up the volume of your music as you attempt to escape down the surprisingly quiet street. Jinu though? He’s still walking after you because this is absolutely fascinating to him, he’d already shot a text to the rest of the members that he’s still on the way when he realises you’re unintentionally walking in the same direction he needs to go.

He taps your shoulder, your head whips around briefly to witness him still walking with you and you narrow your eyes at him briefly as you look forward again and quicken your pace yet again. He laughs. You can hear the melodic sound even with Soda Pop blasting in your ears right now, it should make you feel giddy but you’re actually a little panicked because what if he’s actually thinking about suing you.

He’s having fun currently, watching you struggle to get away from him since his much longer strides lets him keep pace with you easily. He sees how you readjust your bag, the loud clanking of keychains and metal as whatever is inside gets jostled at the movement and he likes that you keep instinctively looking back warily at him like you’re manifesting he disappear from your sight.

“You don’t want a signature?” He questions as he settles back into a comfortable pace beside you, eyes flicking down to watch your expression as you look up at him wide eyed. He can see the gears in your head turning as you contemplate his question, though he can’t say he was expecting the response.

“Fuck no.”

Okay yeah, you did want his signature but this was such a bizarre set of circumstances that you actually didn’t want to risk anything. What if other fans see what’s going on and come bulldozing over? What if someone tries to steal your stuff because they see his signature on it? Hell no! The merch you had was expensive and sentimental at this rate, you’re not risking it even thought it would be pretty nice to have his signature.

“Ouch.” Jinu’s chuckling again, his hands in his pockets as he keeps walking with you. 

“So like.. are you actually stalking me..?” You meekly ask as you spare another glance at him, you’ve given up on your speed walk because it’s draining you fast having to lug a heavy bag around and it’s obvious he’s not going to leave you alone. Great for your fangirl heart, not great for your safety because it’s obvious he has absolutely no security around which is a horrendous thing to realise.

“Maybe.” He teases, liking the way you stare at him with a horrified expression before he continues on and looks back ahead to watch where he’s walking. “But no, grabbing lunch and you happen to be free entertainment.”

He’s talking so casually to you - any fan would be bursting at the seams for this moment and admittedly there’s a part of you that is, but you’re also extremely wary. 

“I’m not signing any NDAs.” You stated firmly, thinking about all the times you’ve heard whispers of fans having to sign NDAs in case they were propositioned for anything at concerts.

“Wh- Wait huh? No. No no no.” It’s his turn to be flustered as he realises what you were implying, his cool guy persona is gone as he tries to clarify that he meant he’s grabbing lunch with the group and it’s just awkward coincidence that you’re going the same way. It’s all a coincidence- please stop looking at him like he’s bullshitting you.

“Uh huh..” “I’m being serious!”

He’s struggling at this rate to convince you that he’s not being weird and it isn’t a set up, but you’re just nodding along with sarcastic sounds of agreement as you reply to each defence he has with sarcastic ‘yup’s, ‘mhm’s, ‘sure buddy’s. He doesn’t even realise how long the two of you had been going in circles until he hears a familiar ‘Hey man!’ and feels the loud smack of someone’s hand meeting his back, before the weight of someone’s arm is around is heavy and hanging off his shoulders.

“Oh. Hey shortstack.” Abs comments, his coloured hair barely being covered by the beanie on his head and his face mask is pulled below his chin as he gives you a sheepish little wave. You’d stopped walking as you stare blankly at the two Saja Boys in front of you, then taking a brief glance at your surroundings to see the other Saja Boys as well who were looking at you with curiosity in their eyes and barely disguised in regular day to day clothes.

Oh god.

“Love your music. Have a great day, bye!” You bowed deeply and sprinted away. You were not going to get caught up in some kind of idol scandal today, absolutely not.

“Hey wait-” Jinu calls out at your retreating form, unable to chase after you with Abs hanging off of him and he can’t help but start laughing to himself at the absurdity of what just happened. The others had gathered around him and he briefly recounts what had gone on, the quirks you had and the downright absurd things you were saying.

You’ve definitely been the most memorable fan interaction he's had now.

[m3mento-m0rii]

Hello, could u do a Romance Saja x Flirty reader. We all know Romance is a massive heartthrob, but what if someone matched his energy? Maybe even exceeds it? (I need this man to be a flustered MESS like sir you are not in charge- sorry not sorry) Reader is not even faded by his cheesy pick up lines. They just pull him in by the collar and call him a pretty boy (oh wow I’m down bad..)

You do have to fulfill this request if it makes you uncomfortable at all. I absolutely adore your writing, keep up the great work!

— 🪸Anon

Turned Tables—

0.9k words; Romance Saja x Flirty! Reader Masterlist | Requests open!

Never did Romance EVER think that he could find someone to fluster him for a change. Well? He was wrong.

A/N: Nice to meet you, 🪸 anon!! You're so sweet 😭 I really love this request and honestly I see the vision. Don't even worry bc I wouldn't be here if I wasn't down bad, too esorgngi. It doesn't make me uncomfortable at all! I hope you enjoyyyy. Also, I might make a part two to this, it just depends sognsg.

Speaking of, if anyone sees something they like and wants to request a part two for something, I'm definitely open to it. Plus everyone who requested something until thus point, I'm working through them. I think I'll do a New Soul part two. Okay happy reading!

Romance didn’t think it was possible for someone to match his level of flirtiness. He was the heartthrob. Number one. His name was literally Romance.

Someone must have thought it’d be funny, just a little, if they gave him you.

You were . . . everything. 

The way your eyes narrowed at the corners when you were being coy, or the curl of your lips when you had something to say. There was just something about you that left Romance utterly defenseless. Your hair always fell perfectly around your face, and no matter how you looked on any day, you had a sort of confidence about you that made it attractive.

The problem? You knew it, too. And what better way to use it than on someone who used it himself?

It started with an accident on his part. An attempt to flirt with you—it was only an attempt because suddenly you were the one flustering him—and woah did you lay it on thick. And once you learned that he was supposed to be the sweetheart of the Saja Boys?

Ohoho, easy pickings.

What was even worse, though, was the fact that there was no escape. Why? You worked with Huntrix, and that meant there were always plenty of opportunities to interact with you. Always around, whether that meant signings, interviews, backstage or concerts, he couldn’t escape you.

Someone help him.

Romance tensed up as you became visible around the backstage, his eyes immediately jumping away from you in hopes that maybe, maybe if he didn’t look, you wouldn’t see him. But fate isn’t ever that kind to people, is it?

Baby (never not laughing at someone’s misfortune) already knew what was up. And Abby did, too; the both of them had seen Romance absolutely lose it in the presence of you. So when He turned to avoid eye contact with you and met the implications of their stares, the slowly forming smirks, Romance knew he was in for it.

“No . . .” He whispered, and Baby only snickered. Abby’s grin only brightened. “No, please.”

Except Abby was already calling for you, waving you over, and Baby was pulling him away back to makeup.

Leaving Romance with you.

“Romance,” you cooed, your voice low and sweet and full of torment as you moused up to him. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I could swear you were avoiding me.”

Okay okay just play it off. It’s fine. Alright.

“Why would I ever have to avoid you?” Romance’s head slowly turned back to look at you. Just like always, you were in perfect shape. Not a thing out of place. “Any excuse to see you is a god-given gift, dear.”

“Is that why you never seek me out?” You mused, satisfaction beginning to coil in your chest as you watched his face pinken a little. We’re on the right track.

Romance shrugged, shifting weight on his feet a little. “Well, I just thought, ‘why seek you out, if you always come to me, anyway?’”

“Don’t you know that kind of pining isn’t any fun?”

“Then what is? I find it just fine.”

The silence that followed him left implication, and that implication made his eyes return to yours again.

He’d be lying if that look in your eyes didn’t make his heart jump a little. The kind that you feel in your ears.

Why did he feel like he was the prey for once??

Your arms raised to your hips, or perhaps the dip of your waist, he couldn’t hold it together long enough to tell, and you leaned a little closer. “There are plenty of other fun things we could do if you were around more often.”

Heart palpitations. Romance stared down at you, his eyes a little wide as you invaded his personal space. His voice had raised in pitch at that little twinge in the corner of your lips, the way you looked up at him through your lashes. “InterESting.”

GOD that little, tantalizing chuckle you let out? Kill him.

“Yes, very. Why do I only have to see you at work, hmm? So many other things we could be doing instead of side conversations. You have a fashion sense, we could go shopping, or judge outrageous outfits, or maybe even sit for coffee—those are all more fun. Unless you’re just scared of being seeing out with me—”

“Oh, no-! I just—” Too fast, tone it down;

“Romance.”

“Y-Yes??”

You leaned a little closer—close enough for him to catch the scent of your perfume, the hair product. Fleetingly, your fingers swept across his jawline, leaving the warm buzz of your fingertips along his skin. Romance forgot how to breathe.

“Don’t forget to hit up makeup again before you go on stage,” you muttered, your voice so low it was hard to hear in all the hustle and bustle backscene. “Your face is a little red, pretty thing.”

Romance felt his soul leave his body (well, if he owned his, it would have) once your fingers brushed the tender skin just under his ear, watching as you pulled away from him like nothing happened. Then you were walking away with that little sway thing you do to go talk to the girls as they returned from their performance.

Romance didn’t know what to do with himself.

Someone snorted behind him. It sounded like Baby and Abby had returned. “. . . Fumble.”

Baby nodded seriously. “Completely whipped.”

“Sh-Shut up.”

They only busted out laughing.

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A/N: Hiii hope you enjoyed! This was a lot of fun, and I hope it meets your standards, 🪸. Welcome to my carry-ons!

—Captain Morii 🌤️

Morii's Business Class: @kpopmultistans @momentomoribitch

[jarofstyles]

Picture blurb! Just a little thing, I'm a sucker for western plots lately

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Warnings- cute banter, you may want a cowboy 🤷‍♀️

"You, my Darlin', are trouble." Paused behind her in all his grass stained denim, Stetson wearing, snakeskin boot and pearl snapped button up that let her see a little of his chested glory- was her boyfriend who had come back momentarily to grab something from the barn. Y/N had heard it over the walkie and made sure to meet him there- and walk a little ahead of him so he could see.

Her smug grin was large, perhaps too large considering her cheeks hurt.

"Who, me?" The fluttering of lashes, albeit to be a bit of a shit had Harry's fond smile growing. "Well I’d never... I think m'about as much of an angel as you could find.”

"Mhm. Lies you tell, baby. What's all this then, hm?" Fingers held her pockets as he pulled her into him, a hand flattening over the raised words embroidered on her right ass cheek. "S’that an invitation? Because I'll say fuck it to the fence repair if it is. Let the other guys take over- or the cattle out. Either one works." His hat shaded her face as she looked up at him with a pleased glint in her eye.

Harry rarely let them finish a big job without him, but Y/N knew he would never turn down a chance to be alone with her for a little while. Especially when there was a 'Kiss My Ass, Cowboy' stitched in the same jeans he'd torn off of her last week.

That exact thing had been the inspiration for the crafting. And maybe a little bit of Pinterest.

"It's whatever you want it to be." She hummed, giving him a coy look as she snatched the brown, wide brimmed Stetson from his head and onto hers. It was immediately apparent that it was too big, but she knew it would be. She'd been with him when he got it made. There was a whole process when you got a custom hat, the steaming, measuring for your head- it's why it cost as much as it did.

Cowboys and their toys.

"Naughty." He clicked his tongue, giving her ass a little swat on the words she'd been embroidering for a few days in her craft room. "Your first attempt at embroidery n'this is what y'do with it? Give me a constant reminder that your favorite ride out here is my face?" Shaking his head, he ran his other hand through his messy, slightly sweaty hair. "Your poor horse. Thank God y'saved her by riding me instead."

Y/N let out a pleased giggle, leaning into him as her hand grabbed his belt buckle. It was a little obnoxious, sure, but a constant reminder that what was underneath matched the oversized accessory. "That's exactly what I want it to do. Want you to remember what you've got to hurry home for."

"Trust and believe me, Darlin' girl, that there is no part of me that ever forgets what I've got at home. Especially when y'give such... encouraging send offs." He was purring, almost, giving her ass a squeeze. "But m'not opposed to a reminder. However, think I've got t'keep my hand in that damn pocket any time y'leave home with them on. Don't want any other cowboys t'get any ideas."

[redhoodsdeer]

nonsense (in love!reader x bf!jason)

civil!reader x jason todd

prompt: where when your eyes meet his, your mind goes blank with nothing but how much you lovingly adore every detail of the rugged, broken man who wakes up next to you every day. or, when jason admires back.

a/n: i'm back! i know i really really disappeared this time, but tbh, i felt absolutely no inspiration at all, i couldn't write one line without thinking it was awful, but i really like this one, it's one of my personal favorites, and i hope you enjoy reading just as much as i liked to write it, it's just the sweetest fluffest cutest thing ever, and has one my fav things ever, green eyes jason

english is not my first language

Even on the quietest nights, like a thursday night when he chose to hang with you, the streets were calm, at least for gotham, and the couch felt extra comfortable, his chest was like a cloud under your head after a day that was too exhaustive for someone who only had time for a cup of coffee before having to run off to work.

An old movie was playing on the tv, the movie sounding like background noise, because now, there, in the calm of your apartment, with his arms around you, your head on his chest and you curled up together, all you could think about was how you could have been so lucky. Jason was like the universe had decided to reward you for a bad childhood with the best thing that could have happened, with the person who understood you the most. And when your eyes met his focused face in the black and white scenes on the screen, everything seemed worse, because now your little head was empty, nothing but nonsense was going through it, it was just him.

Your eyes never got tired of admiring him, night after night going to sleep next to him, and before closing your eyes, knowing that the dreams would be good, because it was his arms around your waist.

And, damn, you could only think nonsense in moments like this, because his hands lovingly caressing the exposed skin of your waist always made you wander.

The laugh got out before you could hold it back, at the silly thought that crossed your mind, his eyes focusing on you almost at the same instant, mostly because it was a tragic point in the movie, the main love interest was dying or something, you stopped watching about forty minutes in when you got lost in how green his eyes were.

His confused expression stared at you with a silly smile, because your laugh would never stop being interesting to him.

"I was thinking about something so silly, did you know that sometimes I still get nervous when I see you? Like a teenager girl or something."

And of course she wasn't going to say that happened all the time, because in her eyes, every detail of him was angelic. "Like, it's stupid, but I can't help myself when you get close to me." She smiles through her laughter, which only brings a bigger smile to his face. "Jay, it's like my tongue goes numb, sounds like 'bleh-blah-bleh'."

"Oh, stop, I'm getting flustered," he teases, as he plays with your hair in such a nice way that it makes you want to sink deeper and deeper into his chest, until you two merge into one.

"No, stop, I'm serious, I might change your contact to 'don't leave me alone,'" she teased, laughing as she shifted so she was on top of him, your faces pressed together as she leaned in for a gentle kiss, you two only separating when the the air seemed to disappear from your lungs.

"I'm starting to think you're only with me for kisses," you hear him say, your face less than inches away, an arrogant grin on his face that you knew was anything but truly arrogant.

"Maybe, I might have started because of the kisses, but who knows, maybe I'll stick for the content." You smile almost against his lips, stealing a cheeky kiss, pulling away with your head tilted slightly to the side, as if you were analyzing him. "Nah, just the kisses." your voice comes out as if, at that same moment, he wasn't everything that was on your mind.

He rolls his bright green eyes playfully, turning you around so easily, as if you were a doll. You didn't think you were heavy, but he lifted you as if you weighed nothing, and that always left your cheeks burning.

He starts leaving kisses all over your face, intentionally tickling you in the process, your laughter quickly filling the room. "Then I better make it worth it, huh?" And there, all that was going through your head was how much you loved this man.

On a sunday afternoon that you two optionally spent hidden in jason's favorite bookstore, it was a small, cozy place, downtown, but hidden enough for only locals to frequent, the bookstore's coffee was terrible, but the friendly old man who always tried to convince you to buy dostoevsky, even if you had already read it a thousand times, and the warm atmosphere made it worth it.

Jason was sitting on one of the couches tucked away in the back of the bookstore, you two having been there so many times that you had already memorized the path to the comfy couch behind the sci-fi slash period romance section.

You were walking nearby, down the fantasy aisle, as if you hadn't seen each of those books twenty times and read at least half of them, coming back with a book that had everything to be horrible, but you were more than willing to risk it, and finding your boyfriend lost in the reading (thirtieth rereading) of some Jane Austen classic, his green eyes scanning the page, his leather jacket placed next to him on the couch as if he were saving your seat, his hair slightly messy, and a little wet from the snow that was now starting to melt, thanks to the heater, older than safer in the place.

And he looked so comfortable, like he belonged there, and like you belonged right next to him, that again, your mind forgot about the maybe traumatic fantasy book in your hand, and everything else as your eyes focused on the figure sitting in front of you, too focused on the book to notice his girlfriend leaning against a bookshelf staring at him with hearts in her eyes.

After a while, you recovered from the fog that take over your mind every time you stared too much at your boyfriend's sinfully handsome features, and slowly walked to the couch, as if you hadn't spent the last five minutes staring at him like a lovesick teenager.

He pulled his jacket almost without thinking when you arrived, placing it over your shoulders and waiting for you to settle down next to him, you settled down, you read for the rest of the afternoon, he noticed your stolen glances in his direction here and there, he didn't say anything, you knew he had seen you staring at him like a fool, you didn't say anything.

On a surprisingly calm monday morning, you were enjoying your few days off, and the even more limited, days that coincided with Jason's day off from patrol. At nine in the morning, when he got up (after you had turned off his alarm so he could sleep more, knowing how tiring the last night was), he found you in the kitchen, wearing an oversized band t-shirt that you had stolen from his things, and an apron that originally said 'Kiss the Cook', gifted to him as a joke by his brothers. After Dick found him making brownies (which you had taught him), they wouldn't leave him alone for a week, and in retaliation, he corrected the apron to a humorous 'Kill the Cook' with a red fabric pen, which caused more bleeding than writing, leaving the letters L bloodier than expected. You thought the t-shirt was hilarious, and since then you always wore it to cook.

He was leaning against the kitchen door, silent, only wearing his sweatpants, because last night was especially warm, Gotham's summer was always like a tease straight from hell, you were so focused on fervently mix the bowl full of cookie dough in your hands, that you didn't even notice him leaning against the door, just as you didn't notice the flour on your face, and covering a part of your shirt.

Your distraction gave him more than enough time for him to admire you this time, your hair messy from the long night of sleep, your flour-stained clothes, your flour-stained face, contorted and focused on stirring the heavy dough in your hand, because of course you didn't pick up the mixer, anyone else would have said you were a mess, but, God, you looked magnificent in his eyes, his shirt on you making something warm squirm in his chest, a smile taking over his face, because, how did he get so lucky?

He finally moved himself away from the kitchen door, his eyes still glued to you as he silently walked towards you, his head resting on your shoulder and giving you a slight surprise, which only made his smirk grow.

"You're baking cookies at nine in the morning on a monday?" he asks, his voice still thick with sleep.

Her previously focused face lit up the second his voice rang out "I remembered you saying you missed my cookies, I couldn't let that go" she smiled, turning her head to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, spiderman style, since his head was still on her shoulder and she had to turn her head slightly upside down.

"See, you keep proving that you're only here for my kisses," he says playfully, still on her lips, before pulling away from the kiss and her shoulder and taking his place leaning against the counter next to her, scrambling any coherent thoughts she might have.

"I never denied it," she shrugged with a small smile, placing the container in his hands and gesturing for him to start stirring as she walked away to look for the vanilla extract.

"You know, now I understand what you meant," he says, making her eyes meet his curiously, a slight 'hmm' murmured in a doubtful tone as she turns to open a cabinet, and coincidentally hide the blush that has taken over her face. "What do you mean, Jay?" She asks vaguely, trying to think of anything else to chase away the blush, and again, failing, because her head was full of 'jason jason jason', as it happened every time.

"I'll be honest, looking at you got me thinking nonsense," he says, his voice husky as he slowly mix the cookie dough. "It's like cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in," he says, a smile on his face that says it all, shows it all, how madly in love he is with her. And when she turns around, no vanilla extract in her hand, a blush on her cheeks, and a smile that says exactly the same thing, he knows she's the one.

"You're insane, Jay, and I love you for this."

[illumoria]

the daeho fic u made was so cuttee!!!! i loved it sm 💕 can i request daeho x reader where daeho carries reader across jumprope cus shes injured tysm 🤗🤗

thank you so much anon! I had fun writing it hehe <3

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The aching pain in your foot was enough for you to collapse into his side, your unstable balance causing you to cling to his arm like a lifeline.

You'd told him you were okay–but you somehow felt he knew you were far from it, it was obvious from the way his expression hadn't changed since you'd told him that you'd gotten hurt, accidentally twisting your ankle running during hide-and-seek.

He'd been stone faced ever since, eyes practically glued to your foot. You noticed and maybe he saw that you did–but he didn't say anything either. Not until you began to limp, not until you began to hold onto his bicep like he was the sole thing keeping you tethered to the floor.

He silently led you towards one of the beds, supporting you as best as he could, physically grimacing when he heard the softest of whimpers leave your lips.

"Are you okay?" He whispered, gently helping you sit down, holding onto your hand the whole time.

He knew the question was a little pointless–obviously you weren't, but he just...didn't know what else to say.

"It just hurts," you sigh, rubbing your hand gently over your thigh. "My ankle–I don't think it's anything I can't handle though, I'll be okay." You quickly add, glancing up, locking eyes with him in a silent reassurance.

"Don't worry about me."

"But the next game–"

"I'll survive.' you smile softly, your fingers slowly inching closer to his own before squeezing his hand, your thumb running over his knuckles.

"But if���"

"Dae-ho." You chuckled, your grip on his hand gradually growing firmer, though he didn't seem to mind. Or notice.

"I'm not some fragile flower, I'll get through it alright? A bad ankle can't kill me.' you whisper, and for a moment there's silence between the both of you, a quiet understanding as you two look into each other's eyes.

"You're stubborn." He murmured, while you simply pressed a small kiss to his cheek, leaning closer to him–trying to snuggle up. And he'd let you. Every time.

As the time passed, and you'd fallen asleep–he was still awake. Still wide-eyed and staring like an owl. He couldn't look away from you, couldn't shake his worries that something could happen to you. It may seem minor now but what if you get hurt even more? He can't even do anything now, what about later?

It kept him up. The entire night. You. You and the possibility of "what if?"

Even when morning had came and you were back to clinging to his side while you struggled to climb up the steps, he was shaking. Little trembles that had you looking up at him as if he were a kicked puppy.

"Dae-ho?"

"Mhm?"

"Are you okay?" You whisper, carefully stroking his arm, your warm skin providing a semblance of comfort to him.

"Yeah."

"Yeah–you sure?"

"You're starting to sound like me." He joked, a bittersweet sort of smile beginning to tug the corner of his lips.

You smile in response, resting your cheek against his arm as you both slowly reached the final step, walking limply till you reached the door.

The crowd of people shuffled in behind you as you walked in, one player shoving your shoulder as he passed by, almost knocking you down.

"Shit." You muttered under your breath, nails digging into your boyfriend's arm as he stabilized your balance once again.

He didn't want to say it out loud but in that moment–he was scared. Scared he'd lose you. And maybe that was an overreaction but he didn't care.

"Just..just stay close." He mumbled, clutching your side so tightly it almost hurt.

Almost.

A familiar monotone, robotic voice rung out through the room, explaining the rules of the game while you simply looked around–observing each little thing your eyes could see.

The two huge statues. The jump rope. The broken bridge.

He swallowed hard, a shaky exhale leaving his lips as the timer began, the music started, and the jump rope began to move.

It was silent for a good minute or two before the other players began to strategize, panic, or...nothing.

Nobody went. Not yet.

"I can do it." You speak, not even bothering to look up at him–you knew he was about to say something. Anything to stop you. Or...at least help.

"Are you crazy?' he whispered aggressively, his touch a stark contrast to his tone as he gently held your chin, tilting your head towards him.

"That guy pushed you and you almost fell–how are you going to survive this?"

"I'll...I'll practice okay? Jumping with just one foot or something."

His expression faltered, and for a split second it looked like he was about to cry–but he didn't. He simply looked back over to bridge before locking eyes with you.

"Let me help you."

"How?"

"You just have to get across right? No rules about two people going at once."

You pause, your eyes widening ever so slightly.

"Whatever you're thinking is more dangerous than me hopping on one leg."

"No–because it'll work, just..just let me carry you. You'll be on my back!"

Your lips parted in surprise, your eyebrows pinching together in worry and ...something else.

"Now you're talking like the crazy one."

"Please? We can at least try."

You worry at your lower lip, pressing your forehead against his arm. You glance back towards the bridge, players slowly making their way towards the end.

"You won't...you won't drop me?" You whisper, your voice so soft and quiet he almost didn't catch it.

"I wouldn't dare."

He looked down at you, searching for any hesitance in your eyes–and when he finds none? He's moving before you can speak.

He crouched down in front of you and with bated breath and shaky hands you slowly mount onto his back, arms around his neck with your legs around his waist.

He stands up with ease, holding onto your wrists tightly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before beginning to walk forward.

You could feel everyone's eyes on you. The hushed whispers and words full of doubt–doubt that you two could even survive.

How could they? How could they gossip in a situation as dire as this one. You were glad you didn't have the energy to care. You had him and that was all you needed.

Others moved out of the way as he approached, his hands squeezing yours one last time before he took the first step onto the wooden steps of the bridge.

You shut your eyes on instinct, your body going up and down with his as he jumped. You could hear the muffled gasps from the players behind you, the menacing music bouncing off the walls, only seeming to get louder as he went farther down.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open, the sight of his shaky feet, the feeling of his uneven breathing–it scared you. More than you liked to admit.

You closed your eyes once more when you heard him curse under his breath, your legs instinctively gripping his waist tighter.

"Sorry–I'm sorry.' you whispered, your voice so fragile–just on the verge of tears.

He didn't respond. You knew he couldn't, but his silence killed you.

Each jump he made–it made your nerves spike. Your mind completely filled with him, just...not in the way you wanted. What if he tripped? Slipped–even. It wasn't you, you were worried about. It was him. He was carrying you on top of all of this. How could you not be worried–Oh God.

The scream of another player snapped you out of your thoughts, your eyes tightening so quickly your vision began to get spotty.

That could've been you. It could've been him. You both could die right now–

"Yes!"

A faint scream of triumph rang from behind you, a confused look gracing your features before your eyes slowly opened. You looked back, all the players so far away–then you looked down. Solid ground beneath his feet.

"Oh my god." You gasped, instantly burying your face into his neck. Everything else became white noise as he slowly walked closer to the platform–as far from the edge as possible.

"Dae-ho?"

"Hm?" He gasped, slowly crouching back down so you could get off. And as soon as you did, you were on him–stumbling onto the floor with his body beneath you.

"Thank you." You whimpered, the tears that had been edging your eyes finally streaming down your cheeks, soaking his shirt.

"You don't have to thank me." He smiled proudly, rubbing soothing circles into your spine with his palm.

You couldn't believe him. He was smiling. After something like this?

"I love you." You whispered, letting out a small gasp before silencing yourself with his lips, melting into the kiss like you'd been starving for it.

"I love you more." He murmured against your mouth, holding you so tight it hurt. You didn't complain. You couldn't. Not when you were in his arms and he was smiling at you like you were his only will to live.

You'd go through it. Push through whatever you have to face next–because if it meant going out with him? You'd do it. Do whatever it took. It was your motivation instead of your weakness. To see his smile when you both finally leave this hell hole–not because you two had just escaped death, but because everything would be back to normal.

That would make it worth it. Everything you'd gone through would be worth it then, because you'd be with him.

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author's note: hope I did your request justice, anon! I did have a little trouble writing the actual part of him going onto the bridge and jumping over the rope...so sorry if that isn't the best </3 other than that I hope you liked it!

line dividers: @/hyuneskkami

[bewitched-hours]

chance letting reader sleep on his chest while he watches TV in his rooms with her on his chest add some head pats we deserve it 🤧🤧🤗🤗chance x femreader

Awww, how could I refuse~ (I, too, want cuddles and headpats-)

As requested; She/Her Reader~

It's been a long road but... You did it.

You were with your boyfriend, in his home, IN HIS ROOM- and finally getting to cuddle him for the first time. You'd be upset over how long it took to get to this point but you understood his hesitance.

They were just worried because of a certain someone who you may or may not still want to punch and needed time to know you loved them for who they were.

Hell, you felt like all your worries might've melted away when he first hugged you. Until tonight it was just hand-holding or being able to have your arms interlinked but tonight Chance had told you he wanted to cuddle. Not a hug, not having an arm over your shoulders. Cuddles.

Your heart almost burst through your ribcage as you eagerly agreed without thinking, leading to you happily laying on his chest and letting the stress of bartending at his casino melt away while you listened to his heartbeat.

You could tell they were still a bit uneasy but they tried. Oh, they TRIED-

Chance knew how stressful it could be dealing with drunks at his casino and figured you deserved something a little special with your anniversary being right around the corner. They knew you didn't care much about keeping track of how long you two were together but they were secretly happy about the first year anniversary.

But they could more easily hide that nervousness by trying out new things and watching your expression slowly grow sleepy as the program on TV was showing a series you both liked.

"Man, they really had the audacity to vote against her when she did the most..." You muttered in a huff, upset because your favourite character was eliminated from the series.

Chance could only respond with light chuckles and headpats to show he understood. They didn't share your favourite character but he figured you would've done the same for them if it had been his favourite being voted off.

What he didn't realise was that the headpats only served to make you more drowsy...

"You're too good to me..." You whispered softly, not noticing the way his breath hitched at your words or how his eyes seemed to light up ever so slightly.

"Nah... I think we're a good fit for each other..." He muttered in response. You were both broken in your own ways but managed to make each other feel complete. You barely even realised how much your life had changed with their mere presence at your side.

Maybe Chance's plans for the anniversary would change just a bit...

Ugh, this was so short but the fluff rotted my brain-

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[cherrieshalo]

The bunny quirk reader fic was SO cute!!! I got this idea after I read is and figured I'd send you a request :] can you do a reader with a fox quirk, mainly with the thought of reader being insanely quiet when walking, like you never hear them coming until they say something or until they're noticed suddenly next to a person, I also believe most foxes can be loud when around people they like/trust so maybe some of that around bakugo? Idk

Any other details and stuff are up to you! I love your writing style so whatever you write I'll love to read :]

so in love with fox quirk lets doooo this :3

foxquirk!reader who often times scared the shit out of their classmates because of how quiet they were. they'd suddenly appear next to someone out of nowhere and linger for a few seconds before being noticed. the presence was always felt, but it took a bit before being acknowledged.

foxquirk!reader who was very skilled when it came to the hostage situation trainings, very easily being able to outsmart anyone involved. and often times left around random rocks they'd pick up when they'd get distract. hey, if one of the targets trip over them...who is the teacher to complain?

foxquirk!reader who enjoyed playing small tricks and pranks on their classmates. they were harmless most of the time, but there was a time or two where it ended up with someone having to have a visit with recovery girl...

foxquirk!reader who didn't speak much with their classmates despite getting along fairly well, but slowly saw themselves growing attached to katsuki bakugo. it was an accident, really, for his fiery personality somehow matched their playfulness.

foxquirk!reader who became extremely loyal to him as a result, even if he didn't ask them to. they'd follow him around during trainings when paired up together or was ready to slam anyone in their year who dared to talk poorly about him.

foxquirk!reader who would sit next to katsuki in class or at lunch and yap nonstop about literally every topic imagineable. the day's lecture, the weather, the new shop that opened, a cool new ability. literally speaking loudly and proudly about the first thing that came to mind. he didn't understand why they chose him of all people, but eventually began to miss their presence if they sat with someone else for the day.

foxquirk!reader who often times fixed katsuki's hair for him out habit for doing it for their friends without being asked, slightly obsessed with his soft hair. they'd nuzzle into him if he was standing too close and if no one was looking.

foxquirk!reader who wordlessly claimed him as their's one day, a large grin on their face and happy noises leaving their lips at the slightest bit of attention from him... it genuinely didn't matter. if they got even a small glare from him, they'd be over the moon for the rest of the day!

[starzknight]

Prelude to this. This au will continue now, i might even turn it into a fic...maybe...

Cause my hand writing is crappy and so are my dialogue here's basically what's happening:

Jiang Cheng wants WWX to go back to Lotus Pier, but isn't willing to risk upseting the other sects (especially the Jins) by protecting the Wen renmants, he's still rebuilding and doesn't think the Wens are worth the risk. He's also unsure how to feel about having them in Lotus Pier because of it's destruction.

Jiang Yanli argues that if the other sects are the problem she can help. Jin Guanshang is old and Madam Jin wont mind (helping) (she's planing murder so Jin Zixuan becomes the new sect leader). And that if they show that the Wens are just harmless refugees the Nie and the Lan won't care to retaliate cause they are also recuperating from the war. The Yin Tiger Seal is a problem cause it's a really dangerous weapon and everyone wants it so the best option is to destroy it, the Lan would agree, and with JZX in power so would the Jin and the Jiang, the Nie probably would too but even if they didn't they would be outvoted. The main reason why WWX hasn't destroyed yet it's cause it's his bargaining chip against the other sects threats (that thing is basically a nuclear weapon) therefore making a multilateral treaty of protection is the fair option (where the sects promise to not attack the Wen in exchange for the destruction of the seal, to not attack each other while they're are rebuilding(that one probably already existed) and if one is attacked the others gotta protect them) That way WWX would have no reason to keep the seal and would help destroying it, (he probably would start planing to destroy it once he was sure he had the protection of the Jin and the Jiang.)

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[dexantnaomi-askblog]

Aaand it's me again. I have something in mind that I would like to ask for, but I would like to clarify if it is okay. Can I request Debt collector!reader × 007n7, (I'm sure this guy has debts) Regarding the plot, I thought maybe the reader could, like, I don't know...empathize with 007 and help him? Sorry in advance for any grammatical errors, English is not my native language!!

Of course! Anyway mafioso mentioned if you squint very VERY hard

!Warining!: might be ooc, mentioned of death, violence and blood, slight angst (maybe), slight positiveness

007n7 x debt collecter!reader (Killer)

Title: Debting Empathy

Reader is she/they. (Mentioned char: Elliot, c00lkidd, chance, mafioso. Might contain gamblingpizza)

Another debt collecter, just what the survivor wanted.

You and other survivor got along well, expecally Mafioso. You both talked alot, like collecting debts or even petting gubby.

But there's something you really wanted, you just didn't know what it was; and it pisses you off.

Well you were in a round, doing the usuall stuff the spectre forces you to do. Untill you overheard Elliot and Chance talking about someone, you leaned against a wall close to them as you listened in.

Elliot was patching up Chance wound after a attempt fail gun shooting, and he's mildly pissed. "At least it not as bad as 007n7 wound last week... Ugh, thinking about him still reminds me of my place!" "Still thinkin' 'bout that? Damn you hold grudges!" Chance remarked, laughing while at it.

They talked about him for an entire round, and you listened it very carefully. Huh, you felt bad for him. 007n7 seems disliked from almost everyone! You looked at him for a brife moment before spawning back to the killer lobby.

Maybe that's what you wanted; a hacker, a single dad, a guy like him. You are unsure but you must know more about him.

First you asked all of the killer about 007n7, c00lkidd said he was the best father ever. Second you checked your debt list, his name was there; and you cleared his name. It's not enough, you didn't do enough.

Well for your luck it's your turn

You instantly went and find 007n7, seeing you rushed towards him he though he was getting targeted and ran. The cat and mouse chase was fun and all but you got him in a corner, awh you wanted to continew the chase!

He pleaded you not to kill him, but you sat down on the railing and told him to sit. And after you told him to talk.

"Huh- what?" He was unable to speak properly due to how shocked and drained he is. "Talk, talk about your past, now." You demanded him, but more softer than usual.

He was surpirsed, but he did. You listen to every word he said, every detail. It was interesting and all but Elliot came and crashed the party.

"Wh-hey! Aren't you supposed to kill?!" He exclamed, looking back at you and 7n7. "So? I don't care. I want to spend this round with how i like." You remarked back, gesturing 007n7 to continue. "Hey! Do your job as the killer!" Elloit yelled at you. You didn't care, but it want to a boiling point.

You got up and instantly grabbed him by the neck, you were furious. "If you want me to do my job so badly, I'll kill you first!" You threw him to the floor and repeatly stomp on his face, blood splattered everywhere. 007n7 watched in horror as you brutally murder Elliot, he backed away slowly until he hit the wall.

You looked at him, blood on your face and body. You walked towards him as the time extended for 30 second. You looked at him as he's sitted, he was too horrified to the point he forgot he can use his c00lGUI to escape.

"Continew." You commanded, your voice got cold. Not wanted to ended up Elliot, he continued.

Hey, maybe you can spend your rounds like this more often with him

Wowie i never thought i was this gorey, i should do this genere writing more often

Have req? Right here!

[illusory-nomad]

07 OUT OF FRAME!! - Four Idiots and A Missing Main Vocal

Human idol! Jinu × Manager! Reader | OUT OF FRAME!! masterlist

Word count : 1405

TW : mild language

Four boys, one late manager, and not much patience left.

They had been waiting outside of Y/N's apartment for 20 minutes.

"Is a manager supposed to be late, or is it just her?" Baby scoffed.

"Give her a break," Mystery mumbled, eyes glued to his phone. "She's probably still on the way from Stillwater Café."

"It's been 20 minutes," Romance glanced at the time on his phone. "Maybe we should just reschedule?"

"I don't think rescheduling will stop her from being late," Mystery dialed her number. "I'll try to give her a call. You guys try texting her."

"If she's not here in 10, we're legally allowed to leave," Abby stated, fishing out his phone to text Y/N in the group chat.

"Don't those things only apply to school students?" Baby scoffed. "What are you? Five?"

"Inches taller than you? Yeah."

"Don't you dare—"

Cue Y/N walking towards them, still in her uniform, hair tied into a messy bun, looking like she just ran a marathon.

"Hi," she panted. "Sorry to keep you waiting. The stupid bus was late."

"Oh, no worries," Romance waved dismissively. "We were just getting to know each other better."

"You showed up in the end, so don't worry too much about it," Mystery smiled.

"Any later, and I woulda called quits," Baby deadpanned.

"Right," Y/N drawled out. "Good to know."

The four boys sat squished together on her couch while Y/N stood in front of them like a teacher about to lecture four problem children.

"So, I know the reason I formed this group is for revenge," she rubbed her neck, "but I think we should take a calmer approach for an opening."

"You mean... No dark concepts?" Mystery asked, making Y/N nod in response.

"Right. Plus, it's summer, so dropping a summer banger would be a good strategy. Especially considering most summer songs nowadays don't hit the right spot. So, any ideas or opinions?"

"I have one," Baby raised a hand, a smug smirk tugging on his lips. "We debut with a song that calls out how bad the idol industry is."

"No," Y/N deadpanned.

"Ooh! We can drop a diss track!" Abby added enthusiastically.

"No."

"We'll have this hot concept and a song that clearly says we're taking over the industry," Romance snapped his fingers.

"No!" Y/N groaned. "For fuck's sake, are any of you even listening to me?! I said we need to appeal to the public, not scare them!"

The three groaned, slumping against the couch like disappointed toddlers.

"Haven't we scared them with the fight in CitySoul?" Baby huffed. "They know what we're like."

"Actually, it's because we already scared them that we need a welcoming concept," Y/N deadpanned. "So we need something catchy, energetic..."

"Colorful?"

"Yeah! You got it!"

The group sat in silence for a moment, trying to gather ideas.

"I'm thinking... Bright colors, casual styling," Romance glanced at Abby and smirked, "And a crop top. Something that will break the internet the second Muscles here lifts his arms."

Everyone stared at him like he had two heads growing from his neck.

"Love the enthusiasm," Y/N commented, "but... A crop top?"

"Like short, but not too short. Just trust me on this," Romance took out his phone, giving Y/N a knowing smirk. "You will leave the styling to me. I have a vision."

"Demanding. Cool," Y/N hummed.

"The two of us can make the track together," Mystery suggested.

"I'll help with the lyrics," Baby added.

"Somehow I don't trust you," Y/N deadpanned. "You might write about overthrowing the government."

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Baby scowled. "Besides, you don't have much of a choice right now since Chocolate Bar here is probably on choreography."

Y/N looked at Abby, who simply nodded as if to say 'he's right'.

"Fine," she scoffed. "But one word about overthrowing someone and I'm taking away your lyricist privileges."

"Marvelous. Down with capitalism."

Y/N and Mystery started working on the track together while Romance looked for clothes, styling ideas, and the vibe they want to use for their music video. Since they couldn't work on their parts yet, Baby and Abby ended up helping Romance with looking for concepts.

Y/N glanced at the group. Their skills and determination were exactly what she was looking for, and the group dynamic was interesting to say the least.

But something was missing.

"Y/N?" Mystery called out, slipping his headphones off.

"Sorry," Y/N sighed. "I just... Do you not feel like we're missing something?"

"Um... Sanity?"

"Yes, but no."

Silence.

"I think the four of you are perfect," Y/N muttered, "but I can't help but feel that something's missing. Like we need one more person to tie it all down."

"I think I know what you mean," Mystery glanced at the other three boys, watching Baby being held back by Abby from strangling Romance. "Like... A center? A main vocalist? Or... A leader?"

"Yeah," Y/N sighed. "I don't really know anyone, though. You?"

"Not anyone competent," Mystery hummed. Y/N looked at her laptop. The track file was quarter-way finished. The group was half-ready.

But it still didn't feel whole.

And for some annoying reason, the only person that she can think of is the one with the honey-like voice who used to sing for her as if he were a charming prince from a fairytale.

"I hate to say this," Y/N murmured softly, "but... Jinu comes to mind."

"No," Mystery quickly answered, eyes stern. "You need one more person to complete the picture, so you go running to the guy who broke your heart? Don't be ridiculous, Y/N. We don't have to choose him."

Y/N looked away, heart stinging more than she'd like to admit. She could picture Jinu as the center of the group, and she believed he would be a pretty good center and leader. Plus, he actually had skills.

"He's talented and you know it," she tried to reason, "We'd sound better with him."

"Maybe," Mystery mumbled, "but there's also surviving better."

A moment of silence. Y/N stared at her laptop screen.

"You think he'd ruin the group? Actually, would he even want to be in the group? Especially considering it's run by me?"

"I don't know if he'd join," Mystery answered, "but if he does, I do think you might get ruined again."

Y/N swallowed the lump in her throat, caught off-guard by the honesty, "that little faith in me, huh?"

Mystery stared at her. He didn't want to bring her down, and admittedly, she's right: Jinu would be a good fit in the group. But if Jinu ever hurt her again, then he'd never forgive himself if he let her get hurt a second time by the same person.

"I'm not saying don't ask. You're the manager," he spoke up. "But if he says yes... Don't forget what happened last time. You've come so far in bringing us together, I don't want to see you shatter."

"I won't," Y/N smiled softly. "I've learned."

"Good. 'Cause if he hurts you again, I'm dropping a diss track."

"Really?"

"I'll use a cowbell."

Y/N laughed at that. As if on cue, Abby approached them.

"Not to eavesdrop or anything," he began (clearly eavesdropping), "but I heard you talking about a missing member. What's up with that?"

"We think someone's missing," Y/N admitted. "I mean, don't get me wrong, the four of you are perfect, but... I feel like we're missing someone."

"And you think your ex is the right person...?"

"Something like that..."

"Then again," Mystery mumbled, "we don't really know how to find him, do we? He disappeared from the spotlight."

"I know where he is," Abby stated. "He still writes songs. And busks. I agree that he could be the final member we need, and I can take you to him if you want, but are you sure about scouting him?"

Y/N looked at Mystery, who simply shrugged, "I told you: it's your choice."

Y/N thought for a moment. She really didn't want to come running back to him, but they needed him.

And who knows? Maybe she can dig up some answers to old questions.

"I'm sure," she nodded at Abby. "Take me to him."

"Okay then. Be ready in fifteen," Abby gave her a small smile before walking away. Y/N took a deep breath.

"If he messes up again..." Mystery muttered softly.

"I know, I know," Y/N chuckled, rolling her eyes. "You'll get the cowbell."

Author's Note : UHHHH I PINKY PROMISE THINGS WILL GET MORE INTERESTING NEXT CHAPTER 😭

And btw, if I tagged anyone in the wrong fic or u asked to be tagged n I haven't tagged u, u can lmk n I'll fix it immediately (yes this happened. Yes I am embarassed) 🫠

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[lil-quinnie]

Dark Paradise

Chapter three

Chapter One - Chapter Two

+18

This is my first time writing a vampire fic, so bear with the author and be nice.

Slow Burn, strangers to lovers, Eddie Munson is a vampire smut in this one.

Minors, I will hex you if you read my work.

The air cooled behind him, the room exhaled and you, half-asleep and aching, whispered his name into the sheets.

The cigarette trembled slightly between Eddie’s fingers as he stared through the fogged windshield, the tip burning too fast. Smoke curled like ghosts around his wrist. The windows were cracked just enough to let the cold seep in, the kind of cold that scraped bone or would’ve, if he still felt things like he used to.

His jaw was locked, his other hand shook as he gripped the wheel. He hadn’t touched you, not really, but fuck he’d wanted to, worse than ever. He’d wanted to bury himself in your skin, sink his teeth into the soft curve of your hip, hear you say his name while awake.

But he hadn’t, because if he did, he’d never stop.

His phone buzzed violently against the dash.

Fourth call in two minutes. “Jesus, Steve, what?” He crushed the cigarette in the asphalt through his window, exhaled a curse, and finally grabbed the phone.

Silence.

“You little shit. You ignore me all day and that’s how you answer?” Eddie closed his eyes, rested his head against the seat.

“I was busy.”

“Oh, were you?” Steve’s voice crackled, much older than Eddie, sharper. The way people sound when they’ve lived long enough to lose patience fast enough “Too busy sneaking into some poor girl’s house in the middle of the night?”

Eddie didn’t respond.

“Don’t play dumb,” Steve snapped. “You think I don’t know you? Know what this is? I’ve seen it before. Every few decades, different face the same storm in your goddamn chest.”

Eddie pressed his knuckles hard against the steering wheel. “She’s different.”

“Yeah. They always are.” Steve’s voice almost a whisper

“No. This one…” Eddie stopped, swallowed the ache. “She feels like a place I’ve already been. And now I can’t stop needing to remember where.” The older man could hear the smirk behind Eddie’s voice

Steve was silent for a beat. When he spoke again, his voice had softened,only a little. “How bad is it?”

Eddie let out a shaky breath.

“She said my name in her sleep.”

Steve cursed under his breath. “Fuck, Ed. You shouldn’t even be in Hawkins.”

"I'll leave her alone."

"No. You won't."

Another long pause. Then Steve’s voice again, lower, more tired than before.

“You can’t do this. Not to her. Not to you. You know how this ends, Eds. every damn time.”

Eddie stared at his own reflection in the rearview mirror. He looked like the same twentysomething, and he’ll look like it, forever.

But his eyes… They didn’t belong to someone young anymore.

“I don’t want to touch her,” he whispered.

“But you will,” Steve said. “You already did. Just not with your hands.”

The line went quiet again, except for the faint wheeze of Steve’s breath ,age catching up to lungs that once outran monsters.

“Are you still at the lake house?” Eddie asked, quietly.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll swing by tomorrow. We can talk.”

“No, Ed. We will talk now. Because I know that tone. You’re already gone bud.”

Eddie’s fingers tightened around the phone.

“I dream about her,” he said. “Even when I’m awake.”

He heard Steve sigh, Eddie heard the sound of a drawer opening, maybe a bottle, maybe something stronger.

“You didn’t feed, did you?”

“No.”

“You sure?”

Eddie didn’t answer, the silence was thick.

“You’re not a monster,” Steve said, softer now. Eddie stared at the house in the distance, your bedroom window still faintly glowing from the candle you’d forgotten to blow out.

“I think I was always one,” he murmured. “You’re just the only one who kept pretending I wasn’t.” And then he hung up.

-

The road out of Hawkins was empty, nothing but fog and dirt and silence for miles. Eddie drove with the windows down, letting the cold bite his knuckles, letting your scent fade from his clothes, even if it clung to his skin.

He needed to breathe something else, anything else before he snapped. The hunger had been building for days, he could taste it now. Copper on his tongue, his body screaming at him, not just for blood, but for you. And that was the part that scared him most.

So he took the long road, past the state line. Past the little gas stations and truck stops, to a place where no one asked questions and no one would be missed.

It didn’t take long to find him. Some piece of shit outside a liquor store, pressing too close to a girl who couldn’t have been sixteen, breath reeking, words slurred and low.

Eddie saw red, and then the man saw Eddie, a little too late. He dragged him into the alley behind the dumpster before the drunk could scream.Eddie muttered, voice dark and low and cold, the man barely had time to beg, the feeding was fast, violent, silent. No theatrics nor mercy, just blood and heat and punishment.

Eddie didn’t look at his reflection when it was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand,blood dripping from his rings, spit onto the pavement and lit another cigarette with shaking fingers.

It didn’t taste right, none of them ever did, but the taste was always bitter when there was something evil running through the prey's veins. Eddie leaned back against the brick wall, head tilted toward the sky. Eyes closed, chest rising and falling too slowly for someone alive.

He took one more drag. “I’m trying,” he whispered, but clearly even he didn’t believe it.

~

The rain had finally stopped, but the house still felt soaked in it. 

Damp at the edges, quiet in a way that pressed on the ribs. 

You’d been trying to write for hours, but the words wouldn’t come. Your tea had gone cold twice, mug refilled with cheap wine more than three times and the window near your desk wouldn’t stop fogging up because the candles, now used only to perfume the small room, thanks to Eddie.

Eddie… The one who lived rent-free in your head, your every thought always interrupted by something about him: the husky, melodic voice that called you silly nicknames and made your heart skip a beat. The firm touch of his warm, calloused hands, or the piercing gaze that followed you whenever you were in the same room.

"fuck" you said, lowering the screen of your notebook "fuck Munson, get out of my head", in a single gulp you finished the warm remains of the wine in your mug and decided to explore the attic, maybe the boxes there held something more useful than your own brain.

Instead, an old yearbook and a cassette, the label was warped and nearly unreadable, scrawled across with what looked like a black Sharpie: Corroded Coffin - Demo 1987.

You laughed a little at the name. Popped it into the old tape deck you'd found earlier. At first, it was exactly what you expected, gritty, loud, aggressive, but then came a solo, nothing flashy, nothing cutting. 

You flipped through the yellowed pages of the yearbook, looking at the faces of teenagers from 30 years ago. The solo continued to play, now something slow, mournful. Like a scream that grew tired of asking for help and decided to sing for it. 

Your fingers brushed the dust from the photos until one in particular caught your eye. 

That smile, you knew that smile, you spent the week memorizing that same smile, that now seems like you imagined it, It's a shame the photo is almost completely erased by the time. 

You didn’t hear the attic stairs creak. You didn’t feel the shift in the air, not until his voice, low and quiet, behind you

"Where did you find that?"

You turned, startled, Eddie stood in the attic doorway, half in shadow. His eyes weren’t on you,they were fixed on the cassette deck.

"In that box," you said, pointing. "I didn’t know it was yours." He stepped inside slowly, the floorboards didn’t creak under him.

"It's not," he said, stopping the tape mid-solo and putting it back in the case. "It was from a band at my school, they were no good," Eddie said with a bittersweet smile on his lips.

That solo, the same one he wrote over 50 years ago, the same day his father got out of jail and went to the trailer park to finish the job he started the day Eddie's mother was murdered, to reunite mother and son.

You pulled Eddie out of his frenzy of thoughts. "It's beautiful."

"It wasn’t supposed to be."

You didn't know what to say, so you started moving to the beat of the new tape he had chosen. Not dancing, exactly, just letting the rhythm pull at your limbs. 

A slow roll of your hips, a shift of your shoulders. Wine still lingering on your lips from earlier. When you looked at him again, Eddie was staring, hard. Like you were a secret he hadn’t meant to find.

You smirked, breathless. "Dance with me, Munson."

He shook his head. "I don’t dance."

But he didn’t look away, not when you stepped closer. Not when your fingers ghosted his jacket or when your body brushed his like a question.

The man's body responded to yours like a ventriloquist dummy, as if you controlled him with just your gaze, and with your hands around his neck, Eddie would let you do whatever you wanted to him but he was the one who answered.

The kiss was hard at first, messy. More collision than coordination. You gasped against him, teeth catching lips, hands fisting into the back of his damp jacket. He groaned when you pulled him closer by the belt loops.

He grabbed your thighs and lifted you as if it were nothing. You laughed against his mouth, your fingers wrapped around his sharp jaw as he carried you down the stairs,you didn't get far though, the living room caught up with you.

He sat on the couch, draping you over his lap. His mouth moved to your neck, a low moan escaping your lips at the feel of Eddie's not-quite-hard bite.

His hands pressed against your hips, dictating the rhythm of your core rubbing against the bulge that became more apparent with each touch in his tight pants. His hips rolled slowly against yours, dragging a groan from both your mouths. 

The dry friction sent heat spiraling through your spine. You clutched at his back, letting your hips meet his, chasing more. He pulled back, eyes dark, voice barely steady. "You're soft everywhere. Everything about you is so fucking soft."

You cupped his jaw, touched the edge of his cheekbone. "Eddie" almost whispers above the noise outside.

"No. You don’t get it." His voice cracked, hands trembling at your waist. "You feel like something I shouldn’t touch. But I can’t help it, I'm already addicted to you."

It shattered something in you.

He dropped to his knees between your thighs, his eyes reverent. "Let me taste you. Please. Let me…" His hands trailed up your thigh, as if your skin were some precious treasure.

You nodded, your breath catching in your throat. His hands slid under your skirt, pulling your panties down with a care that felt like adoration. His mouth pressed against the inside of your thigh, nibbling at the exposed patches of skin like a starving man, and then his tongue found your heat, slow and devastating. He groaned at the taste, one hand gripping your thigh, the other gently spreading you open.

You whispered his name over and over, your nails carving soft lines down his spine.

You screamed, your hips bucking, your hands scrambling for something to hold. He spread you open with his tongue and praised you, murmuring how sweet you were, how good you tasted, how perfect you felt in his mouth.

He held you by the hips, lifting you off the couch, eating your pussy like a meal. The noises that came from his mouth with each lick he gave you were demonic.

You felt two fingers massage the entrance of your pussy as Eddie spoke sweet nothings to you, his long fingers hitting just the right spot, making your body vibrate against his mouth. Your orgasm hit you hard, arching you inward, his name escaping your lips in a moan so deep it left you breathless.

He stood up then, his chest rising and falling with restraint. He picked you up again, his arms firm around you. In the bedroom, he laid you down as if you were going to break. He undressed you reverently, each piece of clothing kissed as if it mattered. He praised every inch of you. 

"Look at you... so fucking perfect." "I can't believe you're letting me touch you." "You're heaven, baby."

You helped him undress, your hands trembling on the defined lines of his hips, the soft trail of hair below his belly button. You were fishing Eddie out of his underwear; his cock was already glistening with excitement. When he sank into you, your breath caught as if it were the first time you'd ever breathed. 

Eddie tried with all his might not to go too hard, not yet. He held still for a moment, his forehead pressed against yours, trying to compose himself.

"You're so fucking good. Fuck. So good."

Your hands gripped his back, pulling him closer. He moved slowly and deeply, dragging out each thrust as if to memorize your shape. His mouth pressed against your jaw, your throat, your chest. His praises continued

"No one fucks you as well as I do. Let me make it good." "You take me so well. You were made for this." "So perfect. So sweet. All mine."

He murmured in your ear, slowing his pace when your body trembled too much, kissing the corner of your mouth when your breath caught in a sob. He cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

"You're special, you know that."

When he came, it was with his face buried in your neck, a groan that sounded like a prayer. He stayed there, your bodies slick and intertwined, breathing you in as if you were the only thing keeping him alive. Afterward, he held you close, stroked your hair, and pressed kisses to your shoulder.

Your hand rested on your chest, feeling your heartbeat. Neither of you spoke for a long time. You fell asleep with his arms around you. And he…

He stayed until the candlelight went out, and even after you woke with a sharp inhale, the room was quiet. The candle beside your bed had barely melted. No sign of Eddie. Just warmth in the sheets and the ghost of his breath on your skin.

You sat up slowly. Your body still throbbed,tender, pulsing, wet between your thighs.

You ran your fingers along your lips, they felt kissed. Your heart wouldn’t slow down.

It was a dream, but it didn’t feel like one.

You stared at the door, dazed. Three soft knocks.

You froze. The air in the room shifted, like something waiting. You stood, bare feet against the cold floor, the knock came again, this time slower.

You opened the door, Eddie. Hair damp from rain, t-shirt clinging to his chest, eyes impossibly dark, he didn’t speak right away. 

Just stared at you, as if trying to decide whether to apologize or fall to his knees. His voice, when it came, was low. “I couldn’t sleep.” A pause. “You were in my dream.”

You swallowed. “Yeah,” you whispered. “You were in mine too.”

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Like I said, I'm not very good at slow burns…or am I? I'm obsessed with them and that's it, I hope you liked it, it's been my holiday hobby and I'm loving it, thank you <3

[ichorai]

OMG a cowboy Bob Reynolds AU would be amazing 😱 something like Bob being a newcomer to the town and outcasted by locals, but finds reader, who is also outcasted but maybe for different reasons, and they find comfort in each other. I’m not writer to I don’t know how this would play out, but I’m sure you could make it amazing!

SALINE.

pairing ; cowboy!robert (bob) reynolds x cowboy!reader (gender-neutral)

words ; 1.5k

themes ; western, cowboy au, beginnings of romance

warnings / includes ; foul language, mentions of alcohol/violence/injury, southern accents, set in the mid 1800s, smitten bob is my favorite bob can you tell, this piece is honestly just a way for me to exercise writing dialogue

The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon, shifting the sky into a blend of dusty oranges and pinks. Bob watched the stubborn desert weeds sway with the gentle, warm breeze. He blew out a tired sigh. The journey here had worn him down.

"You're not from around here," said a voice from behind him, startling him into flinching atop his horse, and turning her around to face the newcomer.

The first thing he thought when he saw you was that you had a very nice widebrim hat. And beneath that, very nice eyes. But they were narrowed, surveying him.

"No, uhm... I'm afraid I'm not," Bob said, scratching the back of his neck. He winced as he thought of the menacing glowers he'd gotten in the bar no less than an hour ago. "The townsfolk don't take kindly to strangers, do they?"

A noise of amusement fell from your lips at his naivety. "That's an understatement. They don't take kindly to anybody who ain't part of the big three."

"Big three?" he parroted in confusion.

"Big three families. The Dales, Johnsons, and Higgins. They own everything round these parts. You not blood or married into blood... might as well take a hike."

Bob's brows knitted together. "So—you, uh, married or blood?"

Another laugh, this time more genuine. Who exactly was this stranger?

"Neither," you said. "They hired me. The Higgins. They're doctors, see. I'm just here to run errands for them, mind my own business. After I'm done, I'll move on. I always do." You scrutinized him for another moment before saying, "That's a mighty fine horse you got there."

"Chestnut," he said with a fond little smile, patting her mane.

You glanced down at her copperish-brown flank. "Obviously."

"No, her name is Chestnut."

"How original."

Bob thought you were rather rude, but he decided not to say anything about it. He was rather intrigued by you. You turned to pick up a few large jugs he hadn't noticed were there behind you.

When you started toddling off with the jugs without so much as a so long or a goodbye, Bob urged Chestnut on to follow you. He wasn't sure why he was—but you didn't tell him to make himself scarce, and you were certainly the first person he'd come across in this town that hadn't treated him like scum on the bottom of their boots, so sticking by you didn't seem like the worst idea.

"I'm no stranger to the judgement of the townsfolk, either," you said. "I once yelled at Sheriff Nelson—an ass, by the way, he's got nothin' but cotton between his ears—I yelled at him in front of a crowd for refusin' to pay his laborers their fair share. The Higgins damn near fired me for all the commotion."

"And why didn't they?"

"Well... let's just say I never miss an aimed bullet and there's plenty o' thieves out there lookin' to steal from a wealthy family of doctors."

Bob eyes the polished, holstered rifles you had attached to your belt.

"Sheriff Nelson was none too happy. Townsfolk coddle him like a pup with a sore paw—afraid of gettin' on his bad side, see—so they avoid me like the plague. Not that I really mind. I like the quiet."

Bob thought you talked a lot for someone who liked the quiet. Though, that might just be because you hadn't been able to talk like this to someone for a long while. He was glad that you trusted him enough to tell him all this.

"What are the jugs for?"

"Saline," you replied, shooting him a cursory glance. "Thanks for helpin' out, by the way." The irony laid heavy over your words wasn't lost on him.

"Oh! Sorry, I don't know where my manners have run off to." Bob hastily unsaddled Chestnut and grabbed a jug from you, tugging his horse along by her reins with his free hand.

"Anyways... one learns a lot from helpin' out doctors. This saline stuff apparently cures cholera."

Bob lifted the jug closer to his face to give it an inspection. "Looks jus' like water to me."

"Well, we ain't doctors, are we? The Higgins know what they're doin'. When I first came to them, my leg was all fucked up. Twisted the wrong way. Couldn't walk at all—had to hitch rides from unhappy townsfolk. But the Higgins fixed me right up. Just a slight limp now."

Unable to help himself, Bob glanced down to see that you were indeed favoring your left leg over your right. Only slightly, but enough for there to be a uneven rhythm to your gait.

"What happened?"

You shrugged. "Got in a fight. They won. It happens. I do errands for the docs, and they pay me in cash, but sometimes I'd ask for medicine. Helps with the pain. Nothing less intimidating than a cowboy with a limp."

"If it makes you feel any better," Bob said, "I hardly noticed."

"Too busy oglin' at my ugly mug?"

Bob could feel his face flush with heat. "No. I mean—I wasn't starin'. And you're far from ugly. You've got a nice hat. That's pro'lly what I was lookin' at. That's all."

You flashed him a cheeky smile. You were just teasing him, Bob realized. It embarrassed him even more to think that he was likely as red as a cherry.

"Well... I thank you kindly. I like my hat, too." To save him from him embarrassment, you steered the conversation elsewhere. "So, Mr. Stranger... what's got you hangin' around these parts?"

The question made Bob grow visibly uncomfortable. If he hadn't been holding onto the saline jug and Chestnut's reins, he would've been fidgeting with his hands, or the collar of his shirt.

"My Pa, well... he never took kindly to me and Ma back at my ranch. Just two months ago, my Ma passed on. Bad liver. But, well, with her gone, I had no more reason to stay on the ranch. I've been on the run ever since. Been makin' money doing odd jobs here and there. Was hopin' this town had opportunity for me, but... from what you've been sayin'..."

"I'm afraid you've struck faux gold," you said with a grim, stony expression. "It's a big town... but every job is already taken, or on hold for someone in the family. The Johnsons ain't hirin' barkeepers 'cause they've got kids runnin' behind them counters! Just yesterday a pudgy li'l boy handed me a glass of whiskey. Couldn't have been more than eleven years old. Ridiculous, ain't it?"

"So—there's really nothin' for me here?"

"Well... if you stick around, I can put in a good word for you with the Higgins. But don't get your hopes up. They were mighty reluctant with me, sharpshootin' skills and all. I don't get paid much, neither."

The two of you made your way to a large house. It looked to be an older building, but freshly painted with a layer of white that was so bright it reflected the sun straight into his eyes. He dropped the jug beside you and lifted a hand to shade his vision. You put down your own jug with a hefty sigh.

You stuck your hand out with an expectant gaze. Bob suddenly wished his hands didn't feel so clammy. As he took your hand to shake, he couldn't help but notice how nice your hands felt in his. Calloused with roughwork, but strong and sturdy. Confident in their movements—just from the handshake alone, Bob could already tell your claim about being an expert shooter wasn't just talk.

"Sorry. I just realized—I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Bob. Bob Reynolds."

"Bob," you repeated with a nod. "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Reynolds."

"Oh, no, please. Just Bob is fine. Mr. Reynolds was what they called my Pa."

"Of course. Yes, of course, Bob."

There was an awkward moment of silence where you tried to pull your hand away but he'd accidentally held on for too long, still wagging it up and down.

"You plannin' on letting go any time soon? I've got saline to deliver."

"Oh, sorry!" he said, completely mortified at himself, finally relinquishing his hold on you, to which you only laughed. "What's, uh—your name?"

You leaned down to pick up the jugs again. You fixed him with an amused look, those nice eyes of yours crinkling at the sides. Bob could stare at your eyes all day—he only barely caught what you said to him.

"You're gonna have to earn my name, Bob. That is—if you're planning on stickin' around?"

Though he'd never been good at reading expressions all too well, Bob couldn't help but see a glimmer of what looked like hope in your eyes.

Slightly taken aback, Bob felt himself smile a little. A nervous smile, but a smile nonetheless. "I intend to, Hats. I intend to."

[talaok]

Mine

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

Summary: After Joel sees you at the Tipsy Bison with Mark, an innocent friend, he feels the need to turn up at your house late at night to clear things up. This is part of this series but it can be (kinda) read alone.

Warnings: jealousy, insecure Joel, big ass age gap, angst (happy ending). Smut| oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v sex, creampie, out of practice joel, multiple orgasms, soft/ kinda sub!Joel.

a/n: This is (I think) the last part of this series. I know most of you will have forgotten them, but thank you to everyone who enjoyed these fics, and I'm sorry for taking so damn long to write this part.

Pt 1 - Pt. 2

The Tipsy Bison was full of people tonight, which wasn't really all that unusual, but still, it was weird seeing such a portrait of normality in a town like Jackson.

"You want a beer?" Mark asked as you made your way to the counter.

"Yeah, thanks."

He smiled, before turning to order.

Your body noticed it before you did, the hairs at the back of your neck were strangely standing up.

Mark had turned to you again, he was saying something, but your focus was somewhere else, on that weird feeling deep down in your gut, even when his fingers gently moved some hair out of your face, even when he leaned a little closer, his distant voice murmuring something like 'you still with me?'

And that's when you noticed it, right behind him... Joel.

He was looking, no, staring at you. His eyes were trained on you with deadly attention, a beer bottle forgotten in his hand as his gaze inspected every inch of you- until it settled on the hand Mark had placed on your lower back- it was then that something in his eyes shifted and they found yours for only a second before dropping to his beer.

"Y/n?"

Mark called for you, breaking whatever spell had stopped time.

"Sorry," your lips pulled into a soft smile, "sorry, I just- there's someone I wanna say hi to"

It was only as you started for Joel that you noticed he wasn't alone, Tommy was sitting right beside him.

"I'll be right back" you told Mark before making your way to the pair. Only the younger brother's eyes were on you, Joel was still staring at his bottle.

"Hi there" a sweet smile pulled at your lips once you arrived at their table, placing your hands on the hardwood as you leaned down.

"Hi beautiful" Tommy grinned amusedly.

Joel took what felt like an eternity to look up at you.

You smiled wider at him, and he swallowed the lump in his throat before nodding.

"Hi darlin'"

"I never see you around here. I thought this wasn't your kind of scene."

"It ain't," he forced out.

It was so weird seeing you out of the little bubble you two had created.

"Tommy convinced me"

"Mhh" you smirked, glancing at his brother, "makes sense."

"So is this-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Joel was up.

"Sorry, I... I need to take a leak" he nodded, not even looking at you before making a beeline for the opposite side of the bar "I'll see ya"

That was weird... maybe he just really needed to go to the bathroom.

You were still trying to decode Joel's behavior when you finally noticed his brother's gaze on you... and the shit-eating grin splitting his lips.

"What are you smiling at Tommy?"

"Nothin'," he chuckled, "just enjoyin' seeing you make my brother all nervous"

"Oh yeah? Like you wouldn't be in his position" You smirked.

"Ain't nothin' nervous about me sweetheart- " he answered smugly, his eyes making a show of admiring your body up and down "if you ever get tired of him I'd be more than willin' to prove it to ya"

"Don't know how happy Maria would be about that," you laughed, raising a brow.

"I'll worry 'bout that," he promised, still smirking, still cocky "You just come knock at my door if ya ever feel like it"

Just as you were about to follow the man's words with some kind of joke, Mark appeared beside you.

"I found a spot."

You looked between the two men, your eyes stumbling over the empty chair for a second too long before you nodded.

"Right" you said, clearing your throat as you gave Tommy a simple farewell nod "Better go before someone steals it"

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It was far too late for someone to be knocking at your door... and yet there you were, rushing to the door in your pajamas.

You didn't even bother looking through the peephole, which is why confusion etched itself on your face as you opened the door.

"Hi there" you smiled at Joel, still dressed exactly as he'd been at the bar.

Weird, you would have guessed he would be the type to be fast asleep by now.

"Hi, I... am I bothering you?"

His words were unsure, his eyes barely meeting yours.

A soft gust of night summer air flew by as you laughed.

"You could never bother me, Joel" you promised, before inviting him in.

"So what brings you here?" you finally asked as you closed the door behind you.

"I just..." he cut himself off, his hands clasping together so forcefully his knuckles turned white.

"Yeah?" you said softly, trying to soothe him.

Something was obviously bothering him.

Sure, he was always nervous when talking to you- but never quite this much.

"Mark-" he spat all of a sudden, making you frown.

"Mark?" you chuckled, "What about Mark?"

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down as he gulped.

"He- he looked real happy with you"

Again, you laughed, and Joel, poor Joel felt a pang to his old heart at the thought that this could be one of the last times he ever heard you do it.

"Yeah, well many have told me that I'm great company"

His eyes flickered to yours before finding a spot behind you again.

"No, I mean... y'know"

"No, I don't know Joel"

It was then, that Joel finally found the strength to say it.

"If ya... if this is done already I get it, darlin'"

Your forehead creased in confusion.

"What is done?"

"Y'know- uhm- this" he mumbled, vaguely gesturing between you and himself.

What the fuck was he blabbering on about?

"Joel-"

"I-I'm jus' sayin' I get it, he's young, and 'm sure he's funny or somethin'"

Funny or something...

You huffed out a laugh as you tried to stop him by calling his name again.

"Yeah?" he sighed, resigned.

"Mark is a friend," you said softly, like it was the most simple thing in the world, like you had no clue what he was going on about- which you didn't.

"I-"

"Mark is just a friend, you've got nothing to be jealous of." You smiled, your hand finding his strong chest.

"I ain't- jealous," he stuttered, slowly shaking his head.

"Sure you aren't, baby" you couldn't help but tease, the smile on your face morphing into a smirk.

"I just... I haven't seen you in a while"

"Joel" you couldn't help but laugh "we see each other every day"

His shoulders tensed as he stole a glance at you "Yeah but... we haven't seen each other in a while"

Oh

There it was.

"We haven't had sex in two days and you miss me already? I've created a monster"

Pink flushed his cheeks as his right hand went to the back of his neck to scratch an inexistent itch.

"I just thought that Mark-"

"Stop talking about Mark" you cooed, biting down a grin as your arms intertwined behind his neck and you stood on your tiptoes to get him to look at you properly.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I only want you, before you actually start believing it yourself, Joel?"

You saw something that looked an awful lot like relief, joy, something even stronger flash in his eyes.

"I-"

He didn't even know what to say. He was ready to give you up, to accept Mark was a better choice for you, to take a step back, although all he could do lately was think about you... dream about the next time he could be close to you, even just for a minute.

And now... now you were saying those things to him and Joel didn't know what to do with himself.

"You're the only man I want" you cooed, your lips ghosting his "Got it?"

"Y-yeah"

Joel didn't even remember his name at the moment.

"Good" you smiled before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

It took a second before Joel reciprocated, he was just so damn shocked and lost in so many different thoughts that it was only when you opened your eyes to look at him with that sweet look that he realized what was happening.

His lips opened up to your tongue as his hands found your waist, keeping you as close as he could, conveying with his touch all the things he was too much of a coward to voice.

Heat pooled low in your belly as his stubble grazed your skin, as his scent and taste engulfed your whole body and mind.

His kiss grew deeper, more desperate as the seconds went by. His hand was in your hair, while his right stayed put possessively on your side.

Chills and shivers tingled your skin, and before you had even noticed, your back was pressed to the wall, and Joel finally found the strength to pull his lips off of you.

You were just starting to open your eyes when his lips lowered to your neck, shudders now exploding like fireworks as he worked a slow, wet trail of pecks down the column of your neck onto your collarbones. He didn't have the patience to take off your tank top so he settled for kissing your tits through the fabric, your nipples hardening with need as his mouth sucked the tender skin with urgency.

"Joel" you murmured, not really knowing what you wanted from him, only how good he was making you feel.

He looked up at you, his big brown eyes looking the cutest and most desperate they've ever looked, but he didn't stop, he finished his work on your nipples and suddenly dropped to his knees.

Only one word etched itself in his mind as he pulled your shorts and panties aside and attached himself to your pussy like a man starved.

Mine.

Your back arched, and the back of your head hit the wall as his tongue devoured your whole heat.

You spread your legs wider and fisted his hair with both hands as he groaned, sending delicious vibrations low in your belly.

"Oh my god" you whined, rocking your hips against him as fireworks exploded in the darkness of your shut eyes "fuck that feels so good Joel"

He was sucking your clit like it was goddamn candy, and the way his beard grazed your skin and his hands held you like he was scared of losing you were making your peak arrive embarrassingly quickly.

Joel was damn near losing his mind, he had missed the taste of you enough to dream about it at night, and now he was there and you were letting him do this and- fuck- he didn't have any idea how this was possible, but he'd take it as long as it lasted.

"Oh" he heard you cry, making his cock twitch in his pants as you drenched him with all your juices.

"Oh f-fuck baby" your whines were getting louder and higher pitched and all Joel needed to do was groan into your cunt for your orgasm to explode.

You cried loud enough to worry the neighbours as you came all over his mouth, your hands grabbing his hair hard enough to hurt as your hips feverishly moved against him.

He kept lapping between your folds the whole time, and even as you finally opened back your eyes, he took a second too long to begrudgingly pull himself away.

A slow, delirious smile pulled at your lips as he made his way back up to you.

You couldn't help but grab him by the back of his neck and smash your lips with his, tasting yourself all over him.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but that was incredible," you laughed softly, as he stole another kiss from you, wrapping his arms tight around your waist.

He didn't even know himself what had gotten into him, all he knew was that he thought he'd lost you already, but that wasn't the case, you were... you were still there, with him.

mineminemine.

Even as you stumbled to your room between kisses and desperate touches, that one word repeated itself like a mantra in his mind.

You were still dressed since he'd been far too needy to waste time undressing you, but you both managed to get rid of your clothes in record time before you found yourself caged beneath him.

Feeling his naked body flush against yours, his weight and his heat engulfing you in the best possible way was making you lose yourself in him- in the way his mouth filled every inch of your skin he could reach with hot kisses, and the way his hard manhood kept grazing your core.

You felt his pecks draw lower and lower until he was almost kneeling between your legs to devour you again, but with a desperate cry, you stopped him, grabbing his arm as you begged him.

"No please- I need you"

His puppy eyes conveyed all his devastation at your statement.

"I'll be quick" he tried to convince you, but you were already shaking your head.

Jesus, in what world were you begging Joel Miller not to eat you out?

"Baby, if you don't get inside of me in two seconds, I swear I'll lose my mind"

Joel was grateful you'd practiced these past weeks, cause he was sure he would have come untouched at those words just a few days ago.

He looked between your face and your glistening pussy undecidedly, and you whined at how long this was taking.

"You can make me come with your mouth as many times as you want later, I promise, just... just please fuck me now"

That seemed to do the trick because in a heartbeat, he was back on top of you.

Oh, you were gonna regret promising that later.

You were shameless as you reached for his cock and positioned it at your entrance, but he seemed even more desperate than you as he thrusted into you with a low groan, watching your pretty face twist in ecstasy as he filled you inch by inch.

"F-fuck... babygirl-"

He still wasn't used to it, to how good you fucking felt.

And neither were you.

"Shit," you cried, your eyes shutting closed as he started thrusting in and out of you with a deliciously slow and deep pace.

Your arms were intertwined behind his neck, and one of your legs was wrapped around his waist, letting him hit an even deeper angle.

"Joel," you moaned, making him groan in pleasure as he picked up his pace, one of his hands going to your tits before he couldn't help himself anymore and wrapped his mouth around your left nipple.

Your back arched in bliss as breathy moans spilled from your lips.

His dick was hitting all the right spots, making stars soil your vision.

Mine.

You were his, and he was yours. This was him demonstrating it to you- showing you how impossible it was to live without you now that he'd gotten a taste.

By fucking you as best as his old back and out-of-practice self could grant.

The feeling of your walls squeezing him was something Joel would compare to going to heaven.

His thrusts were getting more and more erratic, pushing your body further up the bed as your moans grew louder while his groans were muffled by your tits.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ," he growled as you opened your hooded eyes while impersonating a glimpse of paradise.

"Darlin', you- fuck-" he couldn't finish his sentence when you were strangling his cock like that.

"I know," you hummed, biting your lip as your climax grew closer and closer. "You feel so fucking good too, baby."

And Jesus Christ, fuck all the weeks of training because Joel was gone.

"Y-You're perfect" he groaned, looking straight into your eyes as his cock thrust home over and over again "Fuck babydoll, I-"

But his words were interrupted by the glorious moan you let out when a tidal wave of pleasure washed over you as you reached your climax.

You threw your head back, shutting your eyes as breathless gasps and moans resembling Joel's name found their way up your throat.

And Joel was right behind you, having been on the verge of filling you up with his come from the very first moment his dick had entered you.

You found him burying his face between your neck and shoulder as you opened your eyes again, the pounding of your heart the only sound filling your ears.

But then he looked up and you smiled, a satisfied, blissful smile, that quickly mutated into something more like fear when you watched him lower down your body until he was kneeling between your thighs yet again.

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was the delicious soreness between your thighs.

Joel had kept had kept you to your word, and you had ended up regretting ever promising to let him make you come as many times as he wanted with his mouth somewhere around orgasm number four.

As much as you can regret something like that.

He had taken all your body could give all night long, yet as you opened your eyes and saw him looking at you, golden sunshine lighting his face, your body forgot all about how spent it was.

"Hi" you smiled, shuffling closer until you could hike a leg up his side.

His face was unreadable as he stared at you, his head resting on his hand as he lay on the side, supporting himself with an elbow.

"Mornin' darlin'"

His voice was even deeper and huskier in the morning, which naturally resulted in heat pooling low in your belly, and consequently ended up with your mouth crashing desperately with his.

But his kiss was weird; it was as if he was... restraining himself. Even as he moved some hair from your face and caressed your cheek, something wasn't quite right in his iris.

But everything seemed to work perfectly fine in his lower body.

You felt him harden against you and couldn't help but grind your mound on his lap, whimpering softly into his mouth.

"Joel" you hummed, struggling to keep your eyes open.

But just when you were about to guide him to lie down on his back, he stopped you.

"Sugar," he spoke as if it hurt him to do so, "Darlin', I don't know if I can do that."

You couldn't help but laugh. "I think you very much can," you smirked, enunciating your words with a roll of your hips.

You watched him swallow thickly as he barely shook his head.

"I'm the sore one, not you baby" you joked, but then you looked at him, really looked at him, and something inside you stopped.

Something was wrong.

And what was wrong was that Joel had woken up this morning and realized that all the "mine" bullshit his delusional brain had made up last night was nothing but that- delusion.

You weren't his, not at all, and he didn't even want you to be.

I mean, of course, he wanted to, but he cared about you enough to know you deserved better. You deserved someone your own age, with a life expectancy longer than twenty years, with much less blood on his hands, you deserved someone... someone that wasn't him.

The realization had hit him like a damn truck as he'd watched you sleep.

It hurt him, of course it did, brutally so. But he was ready to hurt if it meant setting you free and letting you meet someone who was enough for you.

"I- I can't do this anymore, sugar"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach.

Did he just...

"I... I just can't"

"You mean you don't wanna have sex with me anymore?"

His gaze warmed now, his brown eyes conveying nothing if not care.

"That's the thing, babygirl... I like you" he murmured, "It- it ain't just sex for me, darlin'" and then he sighed as he confessed, "I-I don't think it ever really was"

You struggled to comprehend his words, your hearing suddenly muffled.

"And I know that's what you want. A-and it ain't right for me to ask you something like that... "

You were looking at him as if he were ripping your heart out. You didn't get it. What the fuck was happening?

"Ask me what?"

"To do something you don't wanna do... to have more than-this with someone like me." he spoke softly, vaguely gesturing between you two.

"I wasn't even supposed to be doin' this in the first place. You're so damn young and I... it ain't even right for me to be talkin' to ya about this, I just... 'm sorry sugar."

And all of a sudden, you were back. You were disoriented and felt fucking crazy, but your mind was back. And if he thought for a second this was it, he was painfully wrong.

"Joel," you called, but he was already up from the bed, pulling his pants on.

"No, please. It's hard enough as it is. I should just go. 'M real sorry, babydoll."

He carelessly put his flannel back on as you quickly threw a shirt on.

He'd reached the bedroom door by the time you'd gotten up from the bed.

"Joel- Stop"

He looked back in time for you to rush to him, grabbing his wrist.

"Stay" you begged.

But he was already shaking his head "Sugar-"

You interrupted him as soon as the word had left his mouth. You were done with whatever bullshit he was going on about.

"No. No. I'm gonna stop you before you go onto your whole thing about how wrong this is and how old you are for me Joel, 'cause I'm gonna tell you right now I don't give a single fuck"

Your resolution was back tenfold as you looked him right in the eyes.

"You don't get to decide what's right and wrong for me, and you don't get to make decisions for me. I was the one who started this whole thing, and I don't regret a single second of it."

"I'll admit it did start as sex for me, and I'm not really... used to doing more than what we've been doing, but- but I wanna do it, Joel. I wanna do it with you"

He was lost as he stared at you.

You didn't know what you were saying, he was... him.

"Darlin I-" he stuttered, "You don't have to say that for me I-"

"I'm not." You couldn't help but laugh "Jesus, Joel, I like you. I like you more than just for sex. I want more"

"I-"

Your hands intertwined behind his neck as you stood on your tiptoes.

"I'll gladly be your girlfriend if you'll be my boyfriend."

Joel's brain short-circuited.

"You deserve more than someone like m-"

"Joel, I swear to god you finish that sentence and I'll start screaming"

"But I'm-" You shot him a look that made him eat his own words "What will people think?"

"I couldn't care less what people think" you promised, meaning every word, "I want you. All of you"

His heart was about to explode.

You were serious.

You were seriously saying all this to him.

"I- You're sure?"

"Yes" you rolled your eyes before your mouth pulled into a wicked smirk "Are you?"

"Christ-" he laughed, his hands finding your waist as he leaned closer, your mouth an inch from his, "I can't think of anything I've ever been more certain in my life, doll."

And just like that, you were both smiling like idiots.

You really were his.