#⚠️.snowballing

[ozymoron]

maybe i should learn american with the amount of burgers i eat

[dearsnow]

SAY IT LIKE YOU MEAN IT (WITH YOUR FISTS FOR ONCE)

- you and bradley had always been attached at the hip until life pulled him away. when you’re finally living in the same place again, your unspoken feelings come to the surface during a san diego bonfire. (bradley “rooster” bradshaw x gn!reader, reader is characterized as someone who doesn’t like much attention, jealousyyyyyyyyy, pining & arguments but fluff at the end, ⚠️ mentions of alcohol / weed)

word count: 2,500

a/n - it’s so entertaining to come up with synonyms for kissing 😭 anyways, enjoy this, and listen to american teenager by ethel cain. oh and i was also so tempted to make the girl mickey in a wig, but i held back.

Bradley Bradshaw likes you. He’d go as far as to say he loves you, if he was being honest. He’s never said it, though, not in that way.

When you first met, he was pulled to you like a magnet. It was preschool, and he never left your side. He made macaroni portraits of you and you crafted tiny little friendship bracelets for him. Neither of you could speak well, or write well, but you stuck together anyways.

Your first written words were each other’s names.

Everything snowballed from there, but he couldn’t say he was mad at it.

You were so entirely different, but that’s what made it good, in his opinion. He always needed eyes on him, not for any pretentious ego-boosting reasons, but because it made him thrive. You tended to hide in the shadows. When you gave your eyes to him, and him to you, it was like the most natural thing in the world.

He was the classic class clown type all throughout middle and high school, with a football jersey and everything. When you came to his games, he swore he played a million times better, and you were happy to indulge in his superstition.

You like him, too. You’d go as far as to say you love him, if you’re being honest. You might’ve said it if he hadn’t been so clearly your platonic life partner. You would follow him, as toddlers, with his shirt edge balled in your small fist. You tried to draw him more times than you could count, but it always looked wrong, like you couldn’t really capture the life that he held so deeply in his eyes. You even considered joining the cheerleading squad for him, but you would’ve cringed under the gaze of the crowd.

When he left for the navy, and for college, and for anything after that, you wished you could bounce across the United States with him. Instead, you wrote him letters; copious amounts of them.

One thing that you both never dared to cross was the bounds of friendship. He would hold your hand, his thumb smoothing over the side of your fist, and there was nothing romantic about it. God, you wished it was, though.

Now that you’ve moved to San Diego, following him one last time, you beg whatever makes the rules to break them just once.

You walk up behind a broad-shouldered man you barely recognize and tap him on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I seem to be lost. Could you direct me to a man named Bradley? I believe his call sign is something silly, like ‘duck’.”

He whips around, sunglasses and mustache entirely new to you. He speaks your name in a breathy whisper, like he’s afraid his words will break if he says them too loud. “You’re here? Like actually?”

You’ve barely replied before you’re wrapped in a hug, feet lifted off the ground and body spun around so many times you think you might be sick. “Geez, Brad, put me down!”

He sets you down gently, holding out an arm for stability as you collect your bearings. “Sorry, sorry. I just can’t believe I’m seeing your face after all this time.” You’re even more breathtaking than he remembers.

San Diego has done him well, you reckon. His gold-tinted skin holds a deeper sense of warmth, now, even though he has always run hot. “You better get used to it. I have a fancy new apartment now, so I’m here to stay.”

His face holds a beaming grin, and the whole world falls away. “Thank god, I was beginning to think I’d be stuck here with just my coworkers.” He doesn’t even notice how you look at him with lovesick eyes.

After two months of San Diego, you say the one thing you thought you would never say: “I’m so sick of the sun.”

It’s midday, and you’re prepping for a Fourth of July bonfire party on the beach. The sun is beating down on your back, forcing you to scamper into the ocean every once in a while. Bradley is right beside you, wheeling yet another cooler onto the sand. “If I wasn’t worried about our shit being stolen, I’d suggest we abandon it and let Jake do all the work.”

You laugh. Jake was the one who suggested the whole bonfire, but, of course, he was “too busy” to help set up. You don’t mind doing the work. If it was an opportunity for you to be beside Bradley, you’d do anything. You’d even brave the burning ball of gas in the sky.

As you work, the sun disappears quickly.

By this point, after over two decades of friendship, you’ve lost a bit of that hope that pushed you to follow Brad in the first place. You know he’s attractive, and every woman in the world seems to know it too. What you didn’t know is that you’re pretty damn attractive too. As you’ve told yourself, you prefer to keep the attention off of you.

So, as the sun’s last dying rays scatter over the cooling sand, you pretend not to notice the women ogling your best friend.

The bonfire is great. Amazing, even. The flames reach high into the sky and the smell of smoke permeates the air; everything is cast in this sort of hazy glow, highlighting tanned skin and bright swimsuits. There’s also a woman chatting up Bradley, touching his arm flirtatiously, but you push that to the back of your mind. Instead, you’re focused on the guy in front of you, even when her giggle sends a ball of spikes into your heart.

He’s tall, a little on the skinny side, with tousled black hair and a puka shell necklace. Sand clings to his sandaled feet. He hands you a beer, which you tell yourself you won’t drink much of. You’ve already had a bit too much.

“So, know anyone here?” He asks. He’s eyeing you with a certain ferocity that you don’t notice, his gaze raking up and down your body.

You pop the can open and take a small sip. “Yeah. I know Bradshaw, and the rest by association.” You gesture to Jake and Natasha, who are arguing over a beach volleyball. You almost smile at the way she jabs him in the ribs, making him double over just enough for her to steal what’s so carefully held in his hands. The guy nods.

“I don’t. I’m here for the vibes, y’know?” He takes a step closer, and you notice he smells like smoke and something deeper, like perfumed weed. “And the pretty people.”

You shift in your place. “Have you found what you’re looking for?” You’re almost teasing now, completely missing the hunger in the way he licks his lips. Maybe you’re a little drunk, or maybe you’re just enjoying how someone seems to be giving you the longing looks you so sorely crave. It’s one night, you figure. You won’t ever see him again. What’s wrong with a little good-natured flirting?

“Absolutely.” He murmurs, reaching forward. His hand connects with the back of your neck, his breath cascading over your face, and your eyes flutter shut— before you’re yanked backwards by an arm around your waist.

You stumble. “What the hell?” You curse, colliding with a hard, warm chest. You drop your beer in the sand as you fall back. It’s Bradley, and he looks furious. “Brad, are you kidding me?”

“Come here.” His voice is lethally quiet and sharp as a knife. Your mind is reeling as you follow him a few paces closer to the fire, but a hot pool of anger sits in your stomach.

“Are you being serious right now? What in the world were you thinking?” You hiss. You look up at his tight-lipped face, utterly stoic in the light behind him.

“I’m not letting you kiss that piece of shit.”

“Who are you to decide who I kiss?” You’re so, so mad. So mad you could punch someone, but that would probably hurt you more than the person your fist connects with. Bradley just intervened in the one thing you thought he would never intervene in. You’ve let him swap spit with girls you’ve never seen before, and now he’s over here acting like you kissing one guy is the epitome of nastiness?

He scoffs. “You didn’t even notice, did you? That he was eyeing you like a piece of meat? God, he reeks of weed and swamp ass, too. What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that I could have the once in a lifetime opportunity to make out with a perfectly attractive guy without someone interrupting.” Your arms are crossed, but you feel a lump forming in your throat. In your mind, that really was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It’s not like you go out of your way to meet people, and the people you’ve met have never even slyly complimented you. You’re not the type that gets dates or drinks sent your way or anything more than platonic. Currently, platonic is staring you in the face with the rage of a thousand suns behind his eyes.

“Make out with Bob or Nat, I don’t care. At least they won’t undress you with their fuckboy blue eyes. Even Bagman is a better choice.”

“You don’t get to decide those things— friends don’t get to decide those things. I mean, I didn’t throw a hissy fit when you were openly flirting with that girl.” In the back of your mind, you know he’s right. You know that your stomach dropped when the guy leaned closer to you, and that your kicked-down self esteem made him out to be a whole lot more attractive than he probably (definitely) was.

Bradley runs a hand through his already slightly messy hair, sighing like he’s regretting ever hitting you with a sand pail in preschool. “I at least get to decide when to save you from creeps and when to leave your love life alone. Trust me, you were in more danger than I ever was.”

“I reiterate, friends don’t get to decide those things.” He can see the insecurity swimming in your beautiful eyes. Yeah, you’re definitely at least somewhat drunk. You’d never argue with him like this if you weren’t. You’re also more than a little mad, and disgusted with yourself, and disappointed with your lack of charisma, and so jealous of the girl he probably tangled tongues with.

“What do I have to be, then, to get it through your thick skull? You know I love you. I’m just looking out for you.” His voice is softer, now, and sweeter, dripping from his mustache like honey.

He reaches out, and you cringe away. Love. It’s a word unspoken, one that’s been lingering on your mind since the day in seventh grade when he suddenly became attractive to you. Like most things, you assume it’s friendly. “Do you really love me if this is what you’re pulling? Say it like you mean it, Bradshaw.”

“I love you.” He states, taking your hands in his. This time, as you try to pull yourself from his grip, he holds on. “I love you.” He says again. It holds a certain weight that gets your heart pounding like a drum in your chest. He’s firm but gentle, and he can feel the years of unspoken feelings bubbling on the tip of his tongue.

That’s when the guy from before decides to approach, sliding a hand uncomfortably down your waist. “I think you interrupted us, dude.”

Bradley drops your hands, and before the man can grab you even lower, he’s getting decked in the face.

He collapses to the ground, clutching his bleeding nose and cursing like a bitch. “Fuck you, what the fuck! Fuckin’ Navy piece of fucking shit.” You raise your hand to your mouth as he scrambles to get away. His blood leaves a scarlet trail of droplets in the sand.

“Bradley…”

“I just want you to be safe.” He mutters, like he didn’t just punch someone in the face for you. “I don’t care if you don’t feel the same way, romantically, but I can’t stand seeing you with guys that aren’t as smart or good-looking as one fraction of your pinky toe.”

You reach up to his jaw, carefully, gingerly, before pressing your lips to his.

Like a scene from a movie, Fourth of July fireworks explode behind you, not unlike the fireworks going off in your mind. He has one hand on your waist and one hand on the back of your head, and neither make you even the slightest bit uncomfortable. It’s Bradley, and he makes you feel like the safest person in the world.

Your lips are soft, so soft. Bradley can practically hear his heart pounding in his ears as his body finally takes in the moment he’s been dreaming about his entire life. When you pull away, he misses the feeling, like the lost puzzle piece of his heart was stolen as soon as it was put back.

“You think my pinky toe is smart and good-looking?” You place a hand on his bare chest, teasing. He gives you the grin you’ve come to adore.

“Every part of you is. That’s why I love you.”

“I love you too. For more than your pinky toe, of course.”

“Oh,” he says, suddenly conscious of the self-satisfied look you shoot her, “y’know that girl I was talking to?” You raise your eyebrows questioningly as he nods his head at her. She sends a little wave, in which you notice a sparkling ring on her finger. “That, my love, is Reuben’s wife.”

You feel your heart sink to your feet as the embarrassment sets in, your cheeks growing warmer than the fire. You mouth a quiet “sorry” at her and she laughs, shooing your apology away with a gentle sweep of her hand.

“Is that why you went after Mr. Broken nose?” Bradley whispers in your ear. “That’s one hell of a way to make me jealous.”

You crinkle your nose as your face flushes impossibly warmer. “Not everything has an ulterior motive, Bradshaw.”

He looks perfect in this lighting, and to him, so do you. You can hardly believe that decades of friendship and tension and wishing led to this slightly improbable moment. You’re honestly glad you almost kissed a stranger.

“Yeah, but you’d best believe I do.”

He takes your hand in his and drops to one knee. Everyone turns to look at him, but for once, the only eyes that matter are yours. “Will you do me the honor of letting me be your lawfully appointed boyfriend?” You smile so wide you think your cheeks might split. You join him in the sand, holding his face in your hands and kissing his cheek.

“You really did mean it, huh, Brad?”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes. It’s a definite, no-questions-asked, yes.”

[phoward89]

Based on this ask

Dealer!Coryo x Reader

WARNING ⚠️ Weed, drugs, addiction, recovery, recovering addict, guns, shooting, murder, Coriolanus Snow being Coriolanus Snow, smut, p in v, slight degradation, creampie, breeding kink, soft!dark!Coriolanus, um that's bout it

You've known Coriolanus Snow for a few years. You met during your Freshman year of high school. Your first boyfriend, who was an absolute asshole, introduced you during a weed exchange at a party. Coriolanus was a Junior or maybe a Senior (you don't really remember) when you met him.

But you didn't reconnect with Coriolanus until a few weeks before your high school graduation. You were at a party and wanted some weed to chill with. Your school assignments were kicking your ass and your boyfriend decided he didn't want to go to prom (you found out from a friend of yours that he was cheating on you with some redhead from the other school in town: The one that is rivals with your high school: The Academy.

You saw Coriolanus Snow selling weed, along with some other shit, and approached him. He agreed to sell you the weed if you promised to stay the fuck away from the hard shit. The platinum blonde, who once had a gorgeous mane of soft curls, sporting a buzz cut also coerced you into sitting on the patio in a lawn chair with him- sharing a joint.

Somehow, the two of you became more than weed dealer and customer. Snow, also known on the streets as Snowball, became your friend and fuck buddy too. Yea, the two of you started hooking up randomly. At first it was cause you were short on cash and he said that he'd let you fuck him instead for the weed (he was joking and was gonna give you the weed anyways, but you didn't know that). All the other times was because you'd either smoked with him and got horny or was going thru some bullshit at home with your alcoholic brother getting wasted. Other times it's cause you're ranting/crying to him about your on-again off-again boyfriend Odysseus Odair and Coriolanus decided to fuck you to make you feel better.

Snowball even beat Odysseus nearly to death once after you cried to him about being cheated on (again).

Yea…

Coriolanus was very protective over you. He also had a soft spot for you. Once that made his cold, dead, black, shriveled up heart pump with blood and beat with love.

Love for you.

But that was dangerous in his line of work. Coriolanus Snow was a well known drug dealer in Panem, Colorado. One that had tough street cred. All of the cops wanted him behind bars and other dealers (with the exception of his best friends Festus Creed and Sejanus Plinth) wanted him dead. Add you into the mix and he's just asking for trouble.

So one day after selling you some weed and fucking your goddamn brains out, Snow told you that you couldn't hook up anymore. That he didn't want you at his apartment anymore either; that he'd just go to your place for weed drop offs.

Your relationship had to be strictly business professional.

And it was for a couple of weeks, til he pissed you off at a party by picking a fight with your on-again off-again boyfriend. You walked home despite him rolling up next to you in his luxury black sedan for a few minutes- begging you to get into the car. You're stubborn as a mule; refused to get into the car and accept a ride from him. Snow didn't want to hover around the area too long since cops were lurking around; busting the party you both had left.

So…

Snowball respected your wishes and sped down the road, leaving you to walk down I-70 all alone; all the way to the edge of town where your trailer park that you lived in was at.

And after that, well you never saw Coriolanus Snow again.

And the hardened drug dealer was happy about that.

Okay…

He wasn't happy about never seeing you again, but he was relieved that his rough and dangerous lifestyle wouldn't touch you. That you'd be safe; away from him and out of harm's way.

If only that was true…

But til he heard otherwise, well, he was taking it as the gospel truth.

Coriolanus was kicking it with Sejanus at the latter's house. Despite Strabo Plinth having a munitions company, the Plinth family lives in a modest 2 bedroom 2 ½ bath townhouse in downtown Panem. Coriolanus guesses that Mr. Plinth's not as loaded as he claims to be or that he's like a dragon hoarding gold. But at least the guy's nice to him and Festus, makes sure they don't get harassed the cops along with his son Sejanus when they get hauled into the station. Strabo always gets them good lawyers cause they're considered family by being his son's friends.

And Ma Plinth is that warm lady who mother's everyone. Hell, the nice lady even helps her son make magic brownies aka pot brownies for snacks. And she always makes sure the best munchie foods are stashed. God, she's such a sweet, cool, motherly, warm woman. He secretly envies his best friend for having such a great mom.

Anyways, Coriolanus is at Sej’s and they're playing Call of Duty on the PS4. Festus was supposed to be on already, but he's late. Of course he's late for their co-op. Lazy damn fucker prolly half drunk and high.

Like always.

But when Festus logged on, well, Coriolanus got the surprise of his life. The way Creed greeted him via their headsets was: “Snow, saw that girl of yours, Y/N, was hanging around Billy Taupe, Lucy Gray, and some skeezy looking chick.”

“Creed, you know we can't just say ghost girl’s name ‘round Snow.” Sejanus reminded his friend, who wasn't the brightest crayon in the box. It was a miracle he even made it to graduation.

“Why not? He oughta know who's corrupting his girl Y/N?” Festus countered.

“Where'd ya see them at, Creed?” Coriolanus asked, his tone a no nonsense one, as his thumbs quickly mashed against the buttons of the PS4 controller.

“Outside the Capitol Convince & Gas.”

“I'm sorry, bro.” Sejanus blurted out, his usually cheerful and warm voice downcast and glum. The bear of a young man knew what and who hung around there. He also knew what his best friend was gonna do bout it too.

“Fuck…” Coriolanus heavily heaves out. Chucking his controller across the room, he roars, “FUCK!”

“Coriolanus, take your headphones off if you wanna yell. I think I'm deaf now.” Festus chastises his fellow dealer and friend while directing his character in the war co-op game.

“She'll prolly be gone once you get there.” Sejanus sadly told the platinum blonde, who had roughly pulled off his headphones and tossed them to the side.

“Then I'll drive around Panem til I find her.” Coriolanus swore Before storming out of Sejanus' room.

Coriolanus knows deep down in his bones that you're on the hard shit. He doesn't know who got you on it, but he knows you're on it.

And how does he know?

Cause Billy FUCKING Taupe’s a slimeball that's on some hard shit. Also he had a situationship with Lucy Gray and she gave him some shit that had him tripping so bad that he was shooting his gun all over the place, hearing invisible birds squawking and singing in Lucy Gray's melodic voice. He also grazed Lucy Gray with a bullet and that was the end of that.

If you're hanging around them at a convincing store known for having dealers that dish out the hard drugs working ‘round it, then you're hooked.

“FUCK!” Coriolanus loudly shouted, smacking his steering wheel repeatedly as he drove by the Capitol Convince & Gas only to see that you weren't there anymore.

He’s determined to find you and help you dry out, get clean. Coriolanus blames himself for you falling down the rabbit hole and getting hooked on the hard shit. Why? Cause he feels if he was around you then you'd still be a toker instead of doing goddamn junkie stuff.

Coriolanus shakes his head and white knuckles his steering wheel while driving around the seedier parts of town. He spotted you walking down the street, but he had to take a double take to confirm it was you because you looked- for a lack of better words- like the living dead. You're so thin and your hair’s a mess. Your clothes are hanging off of you too.

And it's all cause you're hooked on the hard drugs.

Fuck…

Coriolanus vows to find out who sold you that shit and kill them.

Pulling up to you, he rolls down the window and orders, “Get in the car, baby.”

You can't believe your ears. Are you hallucinating? Did you just eat Coryo's voice after so long? And he wants you to get into his car, just like the last night you ever saw him all those months ago?

You stop and turn towards the baritone you've come to associate with Snowball. Your tired, sunken in eyes blinked as your breath hitched. It's real. He's really parked on the side of the road, wanting you to get into his car.

“Coryo…I…” You trail off, sluggishly going over to the passenger's side and opening the door.

Coryo let out a silent sigh while watching you get into his car. You looked so bad. It scared him.

Yes, it scared him to see you so emaciated from the hard shit you're hooked on.

“How long you been dopesick for, babygirl?” Coriolanus asked, pulling back onto the road as soon as you shut the car door.

“Couple days, maybe.” Your eyes downcast and lock onto your boney knees while you admit, “Haven't been able to score.”

“Creed saw you outside the Capitol Convince & Gas earlier. Couldn't score there?”

“No.” You shook your head. “The guy my co-workers from the Hobb know never showed up.” You explained as Coriolanus quickly sped towards his apartment.

“How long you've been working in that shithole for?”

“Since a couple days after we last saw each other. My sister-in-law hooked me up with an interview there; she works there as a barmaid.”

“I never did like that damn honkey tonk. It's a magnetic for fucking assholes and addicts.” The platinum blonde loudly grumbles. “I'm gonna take you to my place; get you better again. Yea?” He promises, looking between you and the road.

“I did exactly what you told me not to do. Why would you help me, Snowball?” You ask, feeling as if he shouldn't be helping you since you popped those oxy at that one party you went to after work- a dumb decision that dragged you into the deepest pits of hell.

“Cause I know you, Y/N. I know somebody got you hooked on that shit, that you wouldn't just do it for shits and giggles.” The cold-hearted man next to you explained, earning him a slight nod from you. Placing his large, calloused hand on your thigh, he confesses, “I also feel responsible for you being in this mess, babygirl. If I didn't push you away; try to protect you and keep you safe from my lifestyle then you wouldn't be a goddamn junkie right now.”

“It's not your fault, Coryo.” You assure him. His icy blue eyes flitter from the road to lock onto your sullen gaze as you sadly sigh, “It was my dumb choice to go to a party after work with somr co-workers; to take some oxy that was offered by somebody to relax and unwind.”

“Who gave it to you?” Coriolanus asked, cause he needed to know who to kill for introducing you to the world of pill popping.

At least he hopes it's just pill popping. If you're crushing that shit and snorting it- then fucking hell…

It looks like his dealer ass is gonna be booking you an appointment for the methadone clinic. It also looks like he's gonna be moving you in with him to make sure you get better.

Coriolanus’ blood boils over when your voice tells him the name of the motherfucker that he's gonna kill tonight once you're knocked out with some sleeping pills.

“Billy Taupe Clade.”

After bringing you back to his place, Coriolanus cleaned you up, gave you a baggy shirt to borrow, and got you well by giving you some of the pills that he sells.

Not enough to get you high, but just enough to keep you straight.

He made you some food (nothing special, just some mac ‘n’ cheese) and had a serious talk with you about your addiction.

One that he felt guilty about.

“I'm gonna help you get clean, baby, but you gotta cut ties with everyone at the Hobb- including Ashlie.”

“Why? She's my brother's girlfriend and-” You began to ask, only for Coriolanus to cut you off with a blunt, “To get clean you can't hang around the environment that made you into a goddamn junkie. You gotta cut Ashlie and Rein out of your life and quit your job.”

“How am I gonna survive, Coriolanus? And where am I supposed to live?” You asked, giving him a dirty look.

It was easy for him to tell you to just fall off the face of the earth, he had an apartment and a steady income.

“Your gonna live with me, Y/N.” Coriolanus said as if it was clearly written on the wall for all to see. You blinked, only to give him a shocked look. But before you could even ask him why, he tells you, “I'll take you to the methadone clinic, to meetings, whatever the fuck you need to get clean- cause I fucked up and failed you. But I ain't gonna fail my girl again.”

“I'm your girl?” You ask, brow arching high in question. “Since when?”

“You know I always had a soft spot for you.” Coriolanus shrugs.

“No,” You shake your head, “I didn't know that.”

“Mhm…” He hums. Reaching his hand out to grab you and pulling you closer to him, he reveals, “You’re mine, babygirl.” Coriolanus brings his face so close to yours that his lips ghost over yours. “Whether you like it or not, you're mine.”

You open your mouth to protest, but no sound ever flowed over your vocal chords.

No.

Before you can utter a word, Coriolanus is grabbing the back of your neck in his large, calloused hand, and attacking your lips with his in a deep kiss full of heat and longing.

A kiss where he instantly shoved his tongue down your throat, desperate and eager to reclaim what he'd given up all those months ago.

Coriolanus groans into your mouth as your hands dig and twist into the front of his shirt as you reciprocate his kiss. You crave his kisses as much, if not more, then he craves yours.

The feel of his lush lips against yours is euphoric in a way that you've forgotten.

His lips press against yours in such a fervent way that it feels as if he's desperately sucking your soul out of your body. But you're just as desperate for him as he is for you. And if Coriolanus is sucking out your soul with his heavily heated kisses then you're sucking out his soul too since your kisses are just as needy and passionate as his.

Your lungs burn from lack of air and so does Snow's, but neither one of you cares. All you two care about is consuming each other; making up for lost time.

Pulling away for breath, Coriolanus leans his forehead against yours. “You're my girl; you're staying with me for now on.”

You're brain's a scrambled mess as you lay underneath Coryo, naked with your legs tightly wrapped around him. Your nails are clawing up and down his back, leaving faint lines and scratches on his too pale skin. Your nails used to be longer, but since you spiraled into the black hole of addiction you haven't gotten them done lately.

Can't spend money on pills and nails too, it's either one or the other in the town of Panem, Colorado and sadly for you it was the oxy.

Coryo's got you caged in, his strong arms on either side of you to hold his weight up, as he plows into your pussy.

The dealer’s not just fucking you dumb, but he's fucking you as if his entire life depends on it. His cock slides along your cunt's tight walls in fast, deep motions. The loud sounds of his cum heavy balls smacking against your wet skin lewdly fills up the bedroom. The sound of the bed creaking and the headboard mingles into the sounds of slapping skin; adding to the beauty of the symphony are the mewls you make and the deep grunts from Coryo.

“Look at you, babygirl. All fucked dumb on my cock; moaning like fucking slut.” He smirked, a throaty moan stuck in the back of his throat, as he snapped his hips faster.

“Your cock feels so good, Coryo…” You tell him, nearly squealing as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix; causing every single nerve inside of your body to fire up.

Your cunt's aching for him. All wet and drooling as he slams in and out on you at a brutal pace. And Coryo needs that tight cunt of yours even more than he needs air to breath. The way your velvety walls clench his cock just right has him sweating bullets.

“Your cunt's so perfect. So tight, so fucking tight…” Coriolanus deeply growls, feeling his balls twitch, as your back arches up; causing your tits to press up against his toned chest. “Fuck…”

“Coryo, I'm so close.” You tell him as he presses you down into the bed; fucking you deeper and harder in a desperation to feel relief.

“I'm close too, baby.” Coryo grunts. “Gonna fill your cunt til it's leaking. Gonna knock you up with our bastard too.” He tells you, nipping and biting your neck- marking you up as he fucks the life out of you.

“Coryo…” Is all you can manage to squeal as the feeling of his large cock hitting that special spongy spot dead inside of your core has you seeing stars. You swear, your vision's going spotty; that's how good he's fucking you.

“You want that, yea? Want me to fuck you full of my baby?” Coryo asks, slamming in and out of your tight, clenching wet hole. Lifting one of his hands from that bed and holding your jaw in it, his icy blue eyes shine with lust as he huskily remarks, “That’ll keep you clean, babygirl. Yea, having my baby’ll be good for you.” Letting go of your jaw, his hand goes to the base of your throat. He lightly squeezes, thumb pressing into the hollow of your throat, as his hips snap quickly; pushing you over the edge.

You cum while loudly moaning Coryo's name. Your nails digging into his back as you claw at him in a vain attempt to anchor yourself as you're flooded with pleasure from your orgasm.

The platinum blonde fucked you through your orgasm, all the while telling you, “You're gonna look so hot all swollen and full with my baby.” The feeling of your tight cunt is like heaven to the dealer. “Damn, your titties and ass are gonna be even more fine then they are now.” He rambles, blue eyes dark with lust as he starts to fantasize about the physical changes your body's going to make once you're pregnant.

And Snow truly intends to knock you up because he knows you'll have to stay clean for the baby. It's a perfect way to get you off the hard shit, or at least in his mind he thinks it is.

Coriolanus digs his knees deep into the mattress as he pounds into you as fast and hard as he possibly can. One, two, three pumps and then he's cumming hard. Your name falls from his lips like a sacred prayer as he fills you up with hot, thick ropes of his seed.

He's panting as he pulls out of you. A smirk crosses his face as he watches his cum slowly trickle out of your cunt. “Goddamn, your cunt's the best I've ever had.” Coryo tells you while flopping down on his back, right next to you on the bed.

Lazily turning your head to look at him, you admit, “You're the best cock that's ever fucked me; the biggest too.”

Holding his arm out, to make room for you, he orders, “Come here, baby.”

You tuck into his side and rest your head against his chest. Your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns over his dog tags as he wraps his arm around you.

It's not spoken out loud, but it's clear as day to both of you that you need him. That you're at the end of your rope and he's your only means of survival.

Coriolanus made sure that you were knocked out cold, in his bed, when he went out searching high and low for Billy Taupe.

It was just dumb luck that he found him right behind the Hobb as he drove by that shithole. He parked his car and walked up to that piece of shit, and pulled out a gun he just bought off of Spruce especially for the occasion of icing Billy Taupe. Coriolanus unloaded the gun’s clip into the piece of shit that got you hooked on the hard shit. But not before he found out the name of the dealer you used.

But to get rid of him, well, Snow would need some help from Plinth. Maybe even Creed too. It'd be too hard to go after Hawthorne himself. That bastard’s got a few screws loose in his head.

After tossing the gun in a lake a couple of hours outside of town, Coriolanus returned to his apartment.

And to you.

You, who's sleeping soundly in his bed since he spiked your cola with sleeping pills. Enough of them to make you sleep in well into noon tomorrow.

As he undresses and gets into bed next to you, he vows to atone for his sin of denying his feelings for you; leaving you alone to fend for yourself and get sucked down the rabbit hole of accidental addiction.

And he truly did know that your addiction was an accident. That you never thought you'd be crushing pills and snorting them every other hour or so whenever you popped a pill to get loose at a party.

A party he wouldn't be caught dead at; one you never would've been attending had he still been in your life.

But he's back in your life now and that's all that matters.

That and the fact that he's going to be whacking everyone that had a hand in getting on you the hard shit.

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Gamer boy (part two)

Modern gamer!eddie munson x baby sitter fem!reader

Part one

summary: you’re propositioned to baby sit by your father, but it’s for Eddie “the freak” Munsons niece. You had history, but now you can’t even stand being near him. Will you both be able to put aside your distain? Or will a little gaming bet, bring you closer than ever before?

⚠️warnings: eventual smut 18+ mdni, angst, friends to enemies to lovers, mutual pining, mean!eddie, slight fuck!boy eddie, cocky eddie, perv eddie, panty stealing, gaming bets in exchange for sexual acts, giving hickeys, finger sucking, suggestive cliffhanger.

wc: 4.2k

note: thank you to @corrodedcorpses for lending me her genius brain <3 (don’t forget to tip your writers with a comment and reblog)

eddie photo edit: @themunsonator5000

You woke up Saturday morning, feeling a little more optimistic. You knew for the sake of the remaining time there was left to babysit Layla, you had to suck up your feelings for Eddie. Play nice is what you kept repeating to yourself. No matter how much Eddie aggravated you, you were here for Layla and to help Wayne. They did nothing to you, whatever is going on between you and Eddie or isn’t going on, it’s not their fault.

Luckily, when you awake, everyone else is still asleep. As you move into the kitchen, body still adorning the black little onesie, Eddie couldn’t keep his eyes off of last night, but he’s a boy, of course he’s gonna look if tits and ass are in his face, in a twisted sorta way, it gave you the confidence to not break down right in front of Eddie. You were confused and hurt, you thought your feelings for him were long gone and instead placed with disgust, but now you know your feelings never left, but they did manifest into resentment for him. Maybe for ignoring you over a rumor, or even believing a rumor to begin with. That was so out of character for Eddie at that time, so the hurt never left you it just snowballed into something that felt like hatred.

Once in the kitchen, you turn on the old 80s looking coffee pot, and search around for a mug that hasn’t been hanging up collecting dust, you find one in the top cupboard, it’s a dark blue with ‘# 1 dad’ etched on it. You assume it’s Wayne’s everyday cup and begin pouring the steaming coffee into the mug. You look around in the fridge for some creamer but you have no such luck. You pull out the milk and search around for some sugar or sugar packets, finally finding some sweet and lows in a junk drawer.

Once your coffee is to your liking, you lean up against the counter and sip on it as you contemplate whether or not you want to make some breakfast, finally deciding on a yes, you raid the refrigerator and pantry for anything that looked appealing. You decide on bagel sandwiches, one of your favorite things to make and luckily you have all the ingredients.

Once you’re done with the eggs and adding the cream cheese to the bagels you hear little footsteps making their way into the kitchen.

“Good morning, y/n!” Layla chirps with excitement

“Well, hello little miss Layla, how did you sleep?” You say as you bend down to get eye level with the toddler

“Good, no bad dreams.” She says as she eyes the food behind you.

“Are you hungry? I’m making one of my favorites.” You say as you stand back up, going back to spreading the cream cheese and flipping the eggs.

“What is it?” She looks at the eggs almost skeptical

“It’s bagel Sandwiches. They’re really good, I promise.”

“Mmm, can I have cereal instead?” Her little face flashing you a look of sympathy, like she didn’t wanna hurt your feelings.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at her, while you find a bowl and spoon for her cereal. Once it’s made, you sit her down in her seat and start to put the finishing touches on breakfast. As you pour Eddie a cup of coffee and get his plate together, music begins seeping out of the crack under his door, it’s surprisingly low. You can’t help but wonder if he’s doing that for you. ‘Yeah right, don’t be delusional.’ You think to yourself.

You walk down the hall with his plate and coffee in hand. Maybe you’re doing too much, maybe you shouldn’t be being this nice after last night, but another part of you, the part that has now realized your true feelings, wants to somehow get back into Eddie’s good graces, or at least for the sake of being cordial while you’re here.

You placed the coffee cup on the plate so you could give the door a couple knocks,

“Uh, yeah? Come in.” The voice on the other side rings out

You hesitantly open the door, pushing it wider with your elbow as you now separate the coffee cup from the plate, holding it up with a smile.

Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up at your presence, swiveling around in his gaming chair to face you.

“Is that for me?” He asks suspiciously

“Yup, hope you like it—” you sat the plate down and glanced to your right, seeing a pair of white panties hanging from the knob on his dresser, your breath hitched. Wait, those weren’t any panties those were your panties.

Eddie followed your line of vision, as he visibly gulped, the look on your face was between anger and curiosity.

“Are those my panties?” You turn back to him, gaging his reaction.

“Oh, are those yours? Sorry I thought uh, never mind.” He says shaking his head

“You thought they were your girlfriends?” You push, of course you wanted to know if the girl from yesterday was serious or just a quick fuck.

“My girlfriend?” He says as he scrunches his face, “I don’t have a girlfriend, sweetheart.”

“Mmm, so you just invite random girls over to your place to fuck them? Good ta know.” You turn to walk away

“Hey, hey! Am I sensing some jealousy, princess?” He gently grabs your arm, now towering over you.

“Pfft, jealous? You wish, pal.” You spit, but your rosy cheeks give you away.

Eddie gives you a few “tsks” while shaking his head, “there’s no need to lie, it’s just you and me here.” He smirks, dimples on display.

‘God, he’d be so hot if he wasn’t such a smug jerk.’

“Just give them back, Eddie.” You say as you hold out your hand to him, raising your eyebrows as a challenge.

“Mmm, I have a better idea.” He rubs his chin, as if he was deep in thought, “how bout we make a deal?”

“A deal? For my panties back? You’ve lost your mind, Munson.” Retracting your hand back down to your side, you scoff as you roll your eyes.

“Just listen, would you?” He shifts on his feet, you could tell he was losing his patience but you didn’t care, this power play between you two was too fun.

“Well go on, I’m listening.” You’re still standing awkwardly by his door, as you begin shifting on your feet.

“Here sit down.” He gestures to his bed while he takes a seat in his chair.

Before you can think about it, you turn around and walk out of his room back to the kitchen.

A couple minutes passed and Eddie’s still sitting in the same position, his once smug face now dropped into a look of despair. Once you come back into the room, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

“I had to get Layla situated, now what is this deal?” You say as you sit down on his bed, one leg crossed underneath you while the other hangs off the side.

The smug smirk makes its way back, as he rubs his hands together. That probably should’ve been a telltale sign to get out of there, but apparently you have no thought process in the presence of Eddie, because you sat there curious and intrigued as he excitedly spit out his next words.

“So I’ve been thinking…” he says, leg bouncing as he swivels side to side in his chair. “Uh oh!” You say with sarcasm, making him roll his eyes and huff, dropping his shoulders a bit, as his confidence thinned. “Shut up, and listen” He says back as his knee begins bouncing faster. “I was thinking, maybe we could do a series of bets? Ya know, make your time here more interesting.”

“A series of bets?” Your eyebrows almost shoot to the sky, while your arms fold over your chest, making your tits spill out more between the low cut black fabric. Eddie, eyes them shamelessly as he licks his lips. “Okay, I’m gonna need you to be more specific before I agree to anything.” The knowing giggle you let out, alerting Eddie that he’s been caught ogling your chest, makes him clear his throat and his eyes shoot back up to yours.

He licks his lips again before he begins, “if you can beat me at this game I’m playing then you can have whatever you want from me, whether it be for me to be nice to you the rest of your stay, or maybe even something a little more risqué if you know what I mean.” He says with a waggle of his eyebrows, the insinuation lighting a fire in your belly, and causing your panties to dampen a little. But you were playing a role and he couldn’t know the effects he has on you. “Pffft, you wish Munson.” You say with a swat to the air with your hand. It was suppose to come out way cooler than it did, making Eddie cackle, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

“Alright, alright,” he says putting his hands up in surrender. “Then whatever you want, princess.” He nods as he bites his lower lip, staring you down like a predator. “I can just be extra nice for you.” He says with a smirk.

“Well what do you get if you win?” You ask as you begin gnawing at the inside of your cheek.

“Whatever I want.” He says with an almost domineering tone and look in his eyes, making your body shiver. Now it’s your turn to clear your throat, “yeah but what do you want?” Your palms were getting clammier by the second. “Oh, I want a lot of things from you, sweet thing.” The nickname made you squeeze your thighs together, the action not going unnoticed by Eddie. Oh he was already winning.

“Okay, deal.” Your mouth and brain were clearly not synced because that came out without you giving it too much thought, you let out a deep breath as you stand up and walk over to his dresser, snatching your white panties off of the knob.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could take those.” Eddie says as he gets up to snatch them back, “they’re mine!” You say back as you try to dodge him, you almost make it around his lengthy body before he snatches you by your waist and pulls you over to his bed, you fall on top of him with your butt up against a very clear hard on, as you both maniacally laugh at the whole situation, once you realize what the hard thing digging into your ass is, you slide off of him but your body freezes as you’re now laid side to side, shoulders touching. Eddie turns his face to yours first, you follow. You both sit there for what feels like minutes just looking over each others features, his eyes darting from your eyes to your lips, yours doing the same.

He hums and then quickly sits up, “well, I think when you put little one down for a nap you should come back and we can get this game started.” He heads back to his chair, turning his back toward you, as he puts his head set on, and immerses himself back into his game.

You walk out of Eddie’s room with mixed feelings. He was so close to kissing you or at least it seemed like it, maybe you were overthinking it, you’ll figure it out once you put Layla to bed. The thought of having Eddie do whatever you asked had you unbelievably giddy, but being at Eddie’s mercy had you down right flustered, butterflies bursting through your torso, hands a little shaky as you did some cleaning up, you couldn’t help glancing over to the clock on the microwave every couple minutes. To say you were excited for this little “bet” was an understatement.

Layla went down with ease, she was such a great toddler it almost made you feel like having kids some day wouldn’t be so bad, all she needed was Mr. Floppy, her pink black out curtains shut, and her sound machine turned on, she was out like a light.

You decided to take a quick shower, throwing your hair in a claw clip, just a quick body wash. When you got out you dried your body, putting on some lotion and spraying a bit of perfume on your wrists and each side of your neck, before slipping on a black thong some black cotton shorts that you rolled up twice just enough to have it cling to your curves perfectly and a cropped deftones shirt you thrifted years back, you decided to keep your hair in the clip, pulling some hair out to perfectly frame your face. Once you were dressed and felt ready, you knocked on Eddie’s door.

“Come in.” He mused, all of his focus was on the game as you walked in, shutting the door behind you. Once he lost, he turned in his chair to look at you, his eyes scanning over your body, but mostly your legs and the way you rolled your shorts up to be even shorter, giving him the perfect outline of your pussy. His breath hitched when he noticed, making him swallow the excess saliva building in his mouth at the sight of you.

“So what’s this game I’m gonna kick your ass at?” You say playfully as you walked closer towards him, “yeah, we’ll see about that, sweetheart.” He says as his hungry eyes meet yours.

“I was g’na have you play the game I’m playing now, ‘Elden ring’ but I decided to go easy on you and pick something for beginners.” His cocky smug smirk makes you roll your eyes. “You don’t have to go easy on me Eddie, I’m up for the challenge.” You reply back, “alright, have a seat.” He pats the gray fold up chair that was leaning against his dresser earlier, he must’ve gotten it ready for you before you came in. The thought makes your heart flutter, surely you shouldn't be getting gooey over something so minuscule. Eddie begins to go into depth about the game, it’s fantasy, you’re not surprised about that, from what you can tell and the way he’s excitedly explaining it to you, it seems pretty fun. You definitely have zero confidence in being able to beat him, but you weren’t really sure you even wanted to, you were too curious about what he was going to ask you to do for him.

You spent about ten minutes on the first round before your character was obliterated by the dragon. You were being a bit of a sore loser, but you knew you wouldn’t win, you really weren’t even trying to beat him but you had to act the part.

He whooped at your loss as he beamed over at you, smug as ever. “Well, well, well looks like I get whatever I want from you, sweetness.” The pet name made you scrunch your face up in disgust, but it had the complete opposite effect on your insides, your heart sped up, your tummy fluttered and you clenched around nothing. “What do you want?” You rolled your eyes as the words flatly left your mouth. He began rubbing his chin as if he didn’t already know what he wanted. He's probably been thinking about it since he proposed the whole plan to you. “Okay, I got it!” He says too overly excited. “You have to let me give you a hickey.” He says smirking as he leans back in his chair, head laid against the headrest. “A hickey?! Out of everything I could do to you, you want to give me a hickey?” You tease, Eddie’s smug smirk didn’t break at your words, instead his eyes went a little wide and his brows disappeared under his bangs at the mention of “out of everything I could do to you.” Now he wishes he could change it to something more sexual but he also wants to work his way up to that. For now a hickey will do, and everything after that will gradually get more and more filthy.

“Lay on the bed, sweetheart.” He motions behind him with his thumb, so you slowly get up and walk over, taking a seat at the edge of his messy bed. You can hear the “good girl” leave his lips as you sit down, you were so close to saying to hell with this game and asking him to fuck you right here on his bed, but you couldn’t be the one to instantly give in, you needed to play his game of getting him hot a bothered so he could cave first.

He stood up and walked over to you, there was something predatory in his movements, the way he looked you up and down, licking his lips. He sat down next to you, but scooted more towards the middle of his bed, “come here.” He says gently putting his arm around your waist to help you scoot closer to him, you turn your body so your chest is almost up against his, but not quite. “You ready?” He whispers in your ear making a shiver run down your spine, you nod your head yes, not looking him in the eyes, apparently for Eddie that was not a good enough confirmation. He grabbed your chin and turned your face towards his, he was a little more rough with you this time. “Be a big girl and use your words for me.” You took a deep breath in and let it of out of your nose before speaking up, “yes, I’m ready.” You whisper, “that’s what I like to hear.” He suggestively says. Your hands felt a bit shaky being in such close proximity to him, you never thought you’d be this close to Eddie Munson again, at least not the way you were the summer before freshman year, he had been everything to you at that time, he was your first kiss and you swore you’d lose your virginities to each other but life had other plans, and now here you both are, it almost felt like no time had passed and all the bullshit you both went through never even happened. You’re quickly knocked out of your thoughts when Eddie’s mouth meets your neck, at first it’s just a little peck before it becomes an open mouthed kiss, then a light suck before it progressively gets harder and sloppier, it felt so good, but you didn’t want him to know that, until he reached your sweet spot right below your ear, ‘fuck, how does he remember the spot that drives you crazy?’ You try not to dwell on the thought of him still remembering information about you.

You knew he’s been with multiple girls from school and not to mention the hook ups he’s probably had at the bar he plays at, so the fact that he remembers your sweet spot is driving you crazy, you can’t help the moans that leave your mouth at his onslaught, he always knew how to make you submit to him in just the little intricate ways he treats your body.

“Fuck” you whimpered, at a pirticularly harsh suck. Eddie removes his face from your neck after one last gentle kiss to the spot he had been assaulting, you feel all the air sucked from you as Eddie’s face inches closer to yours, but he stops to stare into your eyes. You feel stuck for a moment almost frozen in time, before you’re leaning in closer and kissing his lips, they’re so soft and pillowy, just like you remember. Eddie lets out a low groan before you pull away, “I’m sorry.” You softly say as you sit up moving closer to the edge of his bed, “um, how about we keep playing?” You suggest with a tight lipped smile, you stand up and head back to your seat in front of Eddie’s desk, you miss the way Eddie’s face fell in disappointment, he gets up nonetheless and trudges back over to you, plopping down into his obnoxious chair.

He looks over at you giving you a side smile, you see his eyes flicker to your lips for a moment before he turns back to the screen, “okay, if I beat this round you have to do something for me again, if I lose you name your price, got it?” His tone is a little harsh, but you don’t take much offense to it, so you nod as you say “got it.”

As Eddie plays his round, you look over his body, you’re no longer focused on the screen. You couldn’t care less about the game anymore, you notice how his right leg is bouncing up and down, he’s in black sweats that were cut into shorts just above his knees, he had wire fencing tattoos on each knee with a hole where his knee caps were, his white municipal waste shirt clings to his body so perfectly. The print on it is a little disturbing; a corpse with its face being melted off, you slightly wince at it, as your eyes continue to roam, but your sights set on his hands on the keyboard and mouse, the rings adorning both hands almost make you reach out to touch them, but you don’t.

You’ve sat there for at least 15 minutes staring at his hands as you bite your lip. You hadn’t even realized he lost, even after all the “fuck, fuck, fucks.” And “nooooo’s”. Not until his right hand was being waved in front of your face. Your cheeks were a deep red, it descended all the way down your neck. Eddie eyed you knowingly with a shit eating grin, there’s no way you were gonna be able to talk yourself out of this one.

“So I lost, what do you want, princess?” He says with a deep tone, almost dark. You stammer over your words as you’ve spent so much time looking at his hands, you didn’t even have time to think of what you wanted from him, there were so many options you couldn’t just pick one, so you sat there stumbling over your words. “Uh, mmm, I-I uh.” Eddie barked a laugh, he knew it was because of him that you weren’t able to form words, it made his dick twitch in his shorts, knowing he had that power over you, he never thought he’d get it again. It’s something he craved for so long.

The truth is Eddie felt such strong feelings for you, you had gone from best friends to a fucked up kind of friends with benefits way before you should’ve. You were both way too young and he did stupid shit to try and make you jealous, bringing up other girls to get a reaction out of you, being one. But he didn’t want anyone other than you.

And you had to go on that date with Josh, even after Eddie basically hinted at him not wanting you to, he felt betrayed. He didn’t give a fuck about those rumors, well okay that’s a lie, he did believe them at first but after seeing the way Josh and his friends were, it wasn’t hard to tell he was a slimey pig. Eddie knew he overreacted about the whole situation by ignoring you, but he was young and his pride was bigger than him at that time, before he knew it, too much time had passed to apologize, you moved on and he tried to.

As you still stammered, racking your brain at the possibilities. Feeling tiny under Eddie’s gaze, he speaks up, saving you from making a bigger fool out of yourself. “Can I make a suggestion?” He asks, leaning in closer to you, same cocky smile.

“Mmhm, sure.” You breathe out, wishing a hole would open up underneath you and swallow you up, you’d never been so embarrassed.

He brings his heavily ringed finger up to your mouth, “suck.” He says with a chuckle, his eyes were blown black as he began rubbing his two fingers against your bottom lip. “C’mon, I’ve seen you starin’ at them, baby. I know that’s what you’ve been thinking.” You both stare at each other for a couple seconds longer before you give in, opening your mouth and wrapping them around his fingers, you bob your head up and down slightly before you take them further back into your mouth, almost hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, I knew it.” He groans “mmm, such a good little slut.” His words make your thighs snap together, trying to attain an ounce of friction. You continue to lick and suck at his fingers, making eye contact the whole time. Eddie smiles at you deviously, “I bet you’d suck my cock even better.” He says mockingly, while his other hand is placed right over the very obvious, hard bulge in his shorts. You give one last suck before you’re pulling off with a pop, “wanna find out?”

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Dilf nanami + breeding

*tears shirt in half* YEAAHHHHH !!!!!

⚠️ warnings: vague age gap (nanami is in his 40’s and reader is in her 20’s), breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, smut, established relationship

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You’re the kind of person who is, first and foremost, a little too pessimistic. Call it trauma, call it cautious realism, doesn’t matter — whenever something seems a little too good to be true, that’s what you call it, and you wait for it to crumble into pieces. So it makes sense that, when you first met Nanami — dressed in a sinful clear suit at a company meeting — you had quickly convinced yourself that your attraction was a pathetic daydream at best.

Then, it became mutual — and then, one date turned into two, and then three. The snowball that was your relationship with Nanami turned into an avalanche that led you, a little over a year later, moving in with him.

Now, Nanami mostly lives in a different frequency. Maybe it’s the age difference, you don’t know, but he has some mannerisms that you struggle to follow. He likes to be home on time, likes you to be as well. Doesn’t spend one second more than he needs in a task or at work. Takes pride in his hobbies and his organization, and adores that you help him keep the place tidy and the dishes clean. It’s a give and take that helps both of you, even if you have to fight against your own messy tendencies to make it work.

Before moving in together, a key difference came in the form of your sex life. You like it spontaneous, Nanami likes it pretty much scheduled (after his shower, just before going to sleep), and isn’t all that innovative when it comes to switching up. You want it almost every day, while he’s fine with once or twice a week. At first, you imagined it was because he was a little older and less hormonal, but, after sharing a bed, things gradually changed.

Nanami became… focused. Every time things start heating up between you two, there is a glint of something feral in his eyes that you can’t quite decipher, a strain to his voice when he cums inside you that makes you clench around him even harder.

It’s not until one fateful night that you find out what it is.

“You’re such a beauty,” he mumbles in between kisses, one hand on your cheek while he slowly rolls his hips. His cock is long and perfectly arched, made exactly to fit inside you. “You know what I think?” He asks and you hum. “I think you and I would make pretty cute kids.”

You chuckle, though the seriousness in his tone makes you know he’s not just saying it. “Yeah? Wanna have a baby with me, Nanami?” You ask, a little jokingly, but the groan that leaves him makes your stomach clench. “Wanna give me a baby?”

“Fuck, I want it so bad.” His pace quickens now, and his eyes close in sheer bliss. You never saw him like this, so focused, yet so… primal. Nanami is fucking you so deeply that you can barely think straight. “I wanna fuck you… I wanna… I wanna breed you, baby. Wanna give you a baby. Our pretty baby.”

His words are a slurred mess and you follow it along, yes flickering shut as his nails dig into the flesh of your ass. The bed is creaking under his movements, but you don’t dare to ask him to stop. “Cum inside me, baby,” you tell him, breathless, “cum in me, please, breed me—“

Nanami damn near faints when he spills himself inside you, waves upon waves of cum filling your cunt until he’s milking his cock dry, wincing from overstimulation. He wants to give you every ounce of his cum, make sure you’re not wasting one single drop.

“You know,” you say after it’s all done, “if you really want it, I can stop taking my pills.”

[scriberye]

🔞 For Glory: Leman Russ

───────────────────────────────── LEMAN RUSS x F!OC ⚠️🔞 Rough Sex, Cunnilingus, Predator/Prey, Mild Violence Leman Russ goes on a mating hunt. a/n: ástarpungur literally means 'love' + 'ballsack'. It's both a dessert and something you can call a male partner.

Under the light of the moon, Leman Russ prowled through an icy forest. His breath steamed in the frigid air. He heard every crack of ice, and the distant calls of beasts that roamed Fenris, but it was not what he hunted tonight, but a far more elusive prey — a mate.

A huntress from a smaller tribe. Rumors spread like wildfire of her skill, eventually reaching his ears. It was thanks to her that her people survived this long, or else they’d have died off long ago. And she had eluded Russ for days now. Every time he thought he had her, she would escape, leaving him empty-handed. It both infuriated and intrigued him.

Russ paused amongst the trees and inhaled deeply, the chill burning his lungs, and he caught her scent — delicate and sweet, mingled with the musk of sweat and arousal. His cock throbbed painfully. This mating hunt would end tonight.

With a growl, he pressed on, following the lingering trail she left. He knew she was near; the scent was fresh. The wind shifted, and he caught her scent again, stronger this time, and he turned toward it, moving quickly and as quietly as he could. Patience was the key, he learned. A figure moved ahead of him, and every sense came alive, alight with the thrill of the hunt. Russ gave chase. The towering trees covered in snow blurred around him, his attention focused solely on his prey.

He could hear her heart racing.

Branches whipped past as he barreled through, closing the gap between them.

Then she was gone.

Russ skidded to a stop, snarling as he searched the area. He moved slowly, a predator circling around a large tree as he pushed his senses. Her footprints stopped here. A branch creaked, and powdery snow drifted down in front of him. Russ jerked his head back and looked up just in time to be blinded by a snowball to the face. The icy shock made him sputter, shaking his head furiously.

Her laughter filled the air, echoing through the forest. She stood overhead, balanced on a branch, her eyes alight with mischief. The moonlight danced off her hair, tied back into braids to keep it from her face.

“Well, well, ástarpungur! We finally meet!” she called to him. “You seem a bit blue tonight, but it’s a bit hard to tell from up here.” She squinted, forming a circle with her fingers and holding it up to her eye like a spyglass.

Russ let out a deep and wild laugh. Oh, he liked her spirit! He grabbed his crotch and grinned up at her. “I’ve got your ástarpungur right here!” he roared as he squeezed himself, a brief relief for his straining erection. “Come down and I’ll let you try some!”

“A tempting offer,” she purred.

Her scent hit him anew, heady and intoxicating — primal and her arousal was unmistakable now. Russ inhaled deeply, eyes briefly closing as he savored the smell. She called to him and the beast in him answered. His eyes snapped opened, darkened with desire.

“Come, little huntress,” he licked his lips, his voice thick with need. “I intend to make you mine.”

Without warning, she leapt from the tree. Her hunting knife flashed in the moon’s light as she crashed into him. Russ reacted instinctively, effortlessly catching her mid-air and pinning her to his chest. She struggled against him, twisting and turning as she tried to break free, hissing like a feral cat. Russ held firm, unphased when the blade swiped dangerously close to his neck.

“Yield,” he growled.

It only made her resist all the more. Then, slowly, she gave in, her energy drained. His grip on her loosened, and in one smooth motion, he threw her over his shoulder with a triumphant grin. She gasped, more surprised than anything else. Russ carried her through the forest and to the cave he had been camping out in for these past few days.

The cave was a sanctuary. A fire roared brightly inside, safe and sheltered from the snow, filling the cave with warmth. The aroma of roasted meat lingered in the air, mixed with the distinctive masculine smell of Leman Russ.

Furs were spread out over the ground, forming a cozy nest over the stone and dirt.

He set her down on the furs by the fire. As the heat seeped into their bones, chasing away the chill of the Fenrisian night, they undressed. It was a mating hunt, and they both knew what was to come at this point.

Russ shed his armor, piece by piece, setting aside the battle-worn and scarred ceramite, revealing the black body suit beneath. He peeled it from his skin, revealing the powerful physique beneath and the myriad of scars that etched his skin.

She watched him, her eyes tracing the contours of his form, her cheeks burned. He was impressive to behold, and it made her clench her thighs together. By the end of the night, he would be hers, as much as she would be his.

“See something you like?” he asked. His grin was broad, the fire’s light glinting off sharp canines. Caught, she looked away with an embarrassed huff, shifting her focus back to undressing herself.

Russ laughed and moved to stand behind her. “Let me help,” he offered. He took hold of the hem of her tunic and lifted it up and over her head. She shivered, her bare skin exposed to the cool air. She resisted the urge to cover her breasts with her arms.

“Last chance, little huntress,” Russ murmured, his large hands settling at her waist. He leaned low, pressing his lips against her throat. “Speak now, and I’ll let you go.”

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she turned to face him, her hand coming to rest against the fine hairs on his chest. “Your hunt was successful. I’m yours to take.”

Russ captured her lips in a fierce kiss, chasing after her as she sank down onto the furs and laid back.

Rough, calloused hands gripped her legs and spread them wide, exposing her most intimate part to his hungry gaze. And Russ wasted no time diving in, lapping at her folds like a man starved. He’d been craving her for days. His coarse bread scratched at her skin, and she gasped.

She shuddered and arched her back, offering more of herself to him. His tongue flicked out, tracing over her slit before delving between to tease her clit. He circled the swollen nub with his tongue, before pulling back to flick his tongue over it.

“O-Oh! Leman!” she gasped, breathless, reaching down to grab fistfuls of his hair and grind her hips against his face.

He groaned, muffling a laugh against her. He slipped a finger into her, curling it, seeking a spot that he knew would make her wild. And he knew he found it when she squealed and kicked a heel into his back.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” she begged. And Russ was all too happy to oblige her. He increased his pace, his tongue flicking over her clit, thrusting his finger in and out of her wet cunt. It was too much, and she screamed, her body convulsing and tensing as she soaked his tongue with her orgasm.

Russ pulled away and looked her over, licking her taste from his lips. She was beautiful, laying back against his furs, sweaty and satisfied — and all his now. He gripped her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. She laughed breathlessly and raised her hips, swinging them tantalizing at him.

“Oh, you’ve teased me enough, elskan mín.” Russ’s lips curled into a grin as he hovered over her, braced on his hands and knees, engulfing her much smaller form. He rocked his hips forward, his thick, swollen cock slipping against her folds before she reached between them, lining him up with her cunt.

“Good girl,” he groaned, sinking himself into her until no more could fit. His cock stretched her to the brink, and he held still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his considerable size before pulling back and thrusting back into her with a wet squelch.

This time she was ready, and she moaned, raising her hips to meet him, silently urging him on. And that was all Russ needed to let himself go. With a feral growl, he fucked her like a wild beast in heat. He pounded his cock into her with unrelenting force.

Her breath came out in bouncing, shallow gasps with each deep, piercing thrust, echoing off the walls of the cave. She screams his name and dug her fingers into his wrists, thrusting back against him with an equal desperation.

Russ pressed down over her, leaning forward onto his forearm and reached beneath them. He squeezed her breasts before sliding down between her legs, pressing his fingers against her clit and rubbing it in tight, rapid circles. It was enough to push her over the edge and she came with a hoarse scream, her body quivering.

The flutter of her cunt around his cock was enough to send him as well. With a loud, feral roar, he thrust into her with one last, vicious thrust. The head of his cock pressed deep as he pulsed inside of her, filling her with his cum.

With a satisfied sigh, she slid off his cock and settled onto the furs beneath, shifting uncomfortably as a gush of cum leaked out of her used cunt. “That was amazing,” she said with a grin, looking up at him. Russ smiled back, his eyes filled with pride and lust. He laid on his side beside her, running his hand over her back until he reached her rear and squeezed.

“Good,” he lowered himself down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Rest, the night is still young and you’ll need your strength.”

She returned the kiss happily and snuggled close, feeling content and safe. Russ wrapped her up in his arms, content for now to hold her and bask in the afterglow of their lovemaking.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC’s Lucien Wonderful Moments Date English Translation

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a date that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Lucien boops Snowball's nose, his tone hinting at jealousy.

"You've been praising this little guy a lot."

"Pfft, is Professor Lucien jealous?"

Translation under the cut!

[Notes from Lux: Here’s the CN video link if anyone wants to follow along with his Voice Acting.]

A car moves slowly on the vibrant countryside road, joyful laughter spilling out of its windows from time to time.

Lucien casually rests his hand on the steering wheel, looking ahead, and quickly comes up with a Chinese idiom.

Lucien: The victory is in the bag. (shèng quàn zài wò)

MC: Idiom with wò… crouching tigers and hidden dragons! (wò hǔ cáng lóng! - 卧虎藏龙 - fig. mean talented individuals hiding their talent)

Lucien: Just a reminder to this beautiful contestant, this phrase was already said during our first round of the idiom chain game.

MC: Then, how about… I control my destiny! (wǒ mìng yóu wǒ - 我命由我- a phrase, not an idiom)

Lucien: [chuckles] That doesn't seem to be an idiom. Is Miss Producer starting to cheat?

Lucien tilts his head and looks at me with a smile. I sheepishly stick out my tongue, wracking my brain as I search through my vocabulary.

The gentle spring breeze seeps through the gaps of the car window. Looking at those cunning eyes, I have a sudden inspiration and break into a sweet smile.

MC: I like you~ (wǒ xǐhuān nǐ~)

Lucien's demeanor briefly halts for half a beat as though he doesn't expect my answer. But then, the smile on his lips grows bigger.

The warm afternoon sunshine reflects brightly in his upturned eyes, making them look particularly beautiful.

Lucien: [chuckles, then sighs] This is the most sophisticated cheating I've ever seen, so I concede defeat.

I cheer joyfully, but before I can utter a word, an electronic broadcast interrupts me.

"Distance to the next highway toll booth is 1.5 kilometers ahead.”

I glance at the phone screen and see it shows another hour and a half to the camping village.

Lucien suggested this camping trip to an ecologically pristine village with beautiful scenery, though the only downside is that the journey was a bit long.

I turn to look at Lucien, who appears to be in a good mood, and can't resist asking the small question that's been lingering on my mind.

MC: Lucien, what made you suddenly want to take me to this camping village?

Lucien: It was recommended by a colleague from the research center. I heard the scenery there is nice and worth a visit.

Lucien: I originally wanted to find an opportunity to spend time with you, and just last weekend we went to see a play, which gave me a very legitimate reason to invite you on a date—

Lucien: To create “beautiful moments”.

He deliberately emphasizes the words "beautiful moments", causing me to momentary pause as a recent memory quickly floods into my mind.

—[Flashback Start]—

At the entrance of the theater last weekend.

Lucien and I walked out of the theater hand in hand. I was still sniffling, lost in the storyline of the performance we just watched, unwilling to let it go.

Just as I was about to wipe away the tears at the corner of my eye, a warm hand handed me a tissue and gently dabbed it beneath my eyes.

Lucien: [gently] If this little audience member keeps crying, I'll have to go find the production team for an explanation.

MC: I'm just really moved by the play...

MC: At first, when I saw the protagonist growing up under the shadow of his mother's depression, I thought he would fall into despair.

MC: But he was able to diligently record the beautiful moments in life and ultimately salvaged himself...

MC: I just tried to put myself in his shoes, and it's really hard to be as optimistic as the protagonist, so I couldn't stop my tears.

Under Lucien's gentle gaze, I rambled on and on, completing my "review" of the play. He patiently wiped the corners of my eyes and offered a comforting smile.

Lucien: I actually think the lady by my side also has a pair of eyes that can discover the beauty of life everywhere.

His sincere praise caught me off guard, and I couldn't help but feel a little buoyed by it. My heart, which had been saddened by the protagonist's struggles, also eased a bit.

MC: If I had a "Book of Beautiful Moments," the first thing I would record is how Professor Lucien always generously praises me~

Lucien chuckled softly, and the strands of hair hanging over his forehead swayed gently in front of his thick lashes.

Lucien: [chuckles] I'm just stating facts. She shares the beauty of the sky with me and finds satisfaction in good weather...

Lucien: —Isn't that kind of you very much like the protagonist?

MC: Then next time I discover something beautiful, I'll make sure to record it promptly.

MC: Let's see if I can fill several volumes of "Wonderful Moments" just like the protagonist!

—[Flashback Ends]—

I casually remarked and thought it was nothing but a joke, yet Lucien silently remembered it in his heart. I come to my senses and blink.

MC: So, the reason you suddenly decided to take me out to play is to create more wonderful moments in my life?

Lucien: I wonder if it's because I'm not "competent" enough that you don't have much to record, so I deliberately created this opportunity.

Lucien: Of course, it's also to show myself off a bit.

He adopts a tone of pretended grievance that stirs a feeling of itchiness in my heart, I suppress the curve of my lips, nodding in mock annoyance.

MC: Well, in light of your "timely remedy," I'll reluctantly start recording officially!

✂———————–

MC: ...Lucien takes me camping;

MC: Before we set off, Lucien made me a cup of hot chocolate.

MC: While playing the idiom chain game, Lucien deliberately went easy on me...

As I speak, I open the Notes app on my phone and mutter to myself, recording a dozen or so entries. But as I continue to write, I suddenly feel something is amiss.

MC: Wait a minute, why do all these "wonderful moments" have Professor Lucien's shadow? I'm starting to suspect that I have a “love-brain”*...

[T/N: "恋爱脑" (love brain) is a Chinese internet buzzword that refers to a mindset that puts love first above everything. It refers to individuals who are deeply in love and often become consumed by their emotions, making it difficult for them to think about anything else. This phenomenon is characterized by extreme devotion to their lover, often leading to uncontrollable emotional dependence and intense desires to be with the other person... If anything, from the way Lucien takes her casual remarks seriously and uses them as a reason to hang out with her, this word describes Lucien more LOL]

Lucien: [with a pretending-don’t-to-know-anything tone] Oh, really?

Lucien is amused by my muttering, and a hint of sly self-satisfaction shines in his long and narrow eyes.

Lucien: [chuckles] It seems the Great Producer has already fallen into my sweet trap.

Lucien: Because my goal is to dominate your today's "wonderful moments" list through this trip.

MC: Hmph, then I won't let you succeed. Right now, I'm going to come up with something completely unrelated to you.

As I speak, I catch a glimpse of a white shadow flashing in front of the car. But before I can react, Lucien has already hit the brakes.

[Sounds of the car suddenly braking]

Almost simultaneously, a strong arm instinctively protects me in front of my chest.

Lucien: ...Are you okay?

He removes his sunglasses and swiftly scans me with his gaze as if confirming whether I'm injured.

I stare blankly ahead. After a moment of daze, there's no movement in front of the car, and my heart leaps into my throat.

MC: I, I'm okay...

MC: Lu, Lucien... Did something just rush onto the road?

Lucien: I'll go down and take a look first. Stay in the car and don't move.

He smooths out my disheveled bangs and then gets out of the car after turning on the hazard lights.

Through the windshield, I see him quickly walk to the front of the car. His gaze instantly shifts downward, as if he's spotted something, and he crouches down.

Did we really hit something?

Just as I nervously stretch my neck and am about to get out of the car to take a look, Lucien suddenly stands up, cradling a bundle of white fluff in his arms.

MC: Eh?

I take a closer look and can't help but exclaim in delight—

It's an adorable little Pomeranian!

Under my expectant gaze, Lucien quickly gets back into the car with the little Pomeranian in his arms, then raises the pup's paw and waves it at me.

MC: Hello there, cutie! How did you end up on the road?

Lucien: This little fellow must have gotten lost. I didn't see anyone else outside the car.

I follow Lucien's gaze out the window. The road is very quiet, there's no sign of anyone around.

MC: Is it injured?

Lucien: It wasn't hit just now. When I got out to check, it was still some distance from the front of the car. It's probably just a little startled.

As if understanding, the Pomeranian snuggles its face into Lucien's palm coquettishly. Its dewy eyes shift between Lucien and me, softening my heart.

I tentatively reach out my hand towards its nose, intending to let it get accustomed to my scent before attempting to pet its little head.

However, as soon as I reach out my hand, the little fellow enthusiastically licks my fingers. In the next moment, it leaps over the center console and goes straight into my arms.

MC: Wow, what a good little doggy!

MC: And it looks very clean, not like a stray dog... Could it be lost?

Lucien leans in and turns the collar of the small Pomeranian, discovering a small round tag. On it, it reads "Snowball*" and a string of numbers.

[T/N: the pet name, "雪糕" (xuě gāo), actually means "ice cream bar/popsicle"  LOL. I take some liberty in translating the pup name because ���雪” (xuě) word alone means “snow” (while “糕” (gao) means cake). Imagine that this fluffy white bundle looks like a snowball so I give the pup that name :D]

MC: "Snowball"? Is that its name?

Lucien: Mm, below should be the owner's phone number. Let me try contacting them. Maybe the owner hasn't gone far.

Lucien takes out his phone as he speaks and quickly gets connected. After briefly explaining the situation, a wave of gratitude comes from the other end of the line.

??: Thank you so much! I stopped at the service area for a break and took the pup out of the car for a walk. I forgot to bring it back into the car.

??: I've already turned back onto the highway. I'll be there in about forty minutes!

??: Will it delay you?

Lucien doesn't respond, he just looks up at me and gestures with his eyes, as if asking for my opinion. I quickly nod in agreement.

[asking for opinion from the family leader.jpg]

Lucien: No, it won't. Then let's meet at the nearest gas station to the toll booth on the highway.

After a brief conversation, he hangs up the phone and shakes his head at me helplessly.

Lucien: [smiles helplessly] Looks like our journey might be delayed for a bit.

MC: What a careless owner! How could they forget such an adorable little dog?

I affectionately rub Snowball's head. It seems to whimper aggrievedly, then it straightens up, leans against me, and licks my cheek.

The adorable and silly look melts my heart once again. I exaggerate by placing my hand over my heart, then I scoop Snowball into my arms and give it a tight cuddle.

MC: Lucien, it's just too cute.

Upon seeing this, Lucien boops Snowball's nose, his tone hinting at jealousy.

Lucien: You've been praising this little guy since earlier until now for so many times.

MC: Pfft, is Professor Lucien feeling jealous?

Lucien: After all, I was the one who wanted to make a good impression today, but I didn’t expect to be outshone by this "little attention-seeker".

MC: I think, it's actually quite timely that Snowball showed up.

I mischievously wink at him and raise Snowball triumphantly.

MC: Just when I couldn't think of any beautiful moments unrelated to you.

MC: The appearance of this cute little fellow right now just fills that gap perfectly~

Lucien: Is that so?

Lucien presses his lips together thoughtfully, his clean fingertips lightly tapping on the steering wheel. He puts his sunglasses back on and, as if on a whim, starts the car again.

Lucien: Buckle up your seatbelt, let's go.

MC: Huh? Where are we going? Aren't we supposed to wait for Snowball's owner?

Lucien: MC's words just aroused my desire to win.

Lucien: In order not to lose to this little fellow, I have to put in some extra effort during these forty minutes of waiting.

Lucien: Before that, let's go find some more unexpected wonderful moments.

✂———————–

Ten minutes later, Lucien drives us to a countryside field.

The golden sunlight blankets the emerald green grass, while wisps of light mist hover amidst the sea of green.

Excitedly, I hop out of the car while holding Snowball, and find myself unable to tear my eyes away from the beautiful scenery for a moment.

MC: It's so beautiful! Lucien, how did you know there's a place like this nearby?

Lucien: We passed by here when Miss Producer was fully focused on playing the idiom chain game just now.

Lucien: The meeting point I arranged with Snowball's owner is very close to here, so it was convenient to stop by on the way.

MC: [sweats] What? During that intense idiom chain game just now, you still managed to notice the scenery on the sides of the road?

Upon hearing this, Lucien seriously crosses his arms, one hand supporting his chin as if deep in thought.

Lucien: Hmm, after all, even in such a tense moment, Miss Producer didn't forget to use "sweet words" to bribe her opponent.

MC: Pfft-

I can't help but laugh, but Snowball in my arms suddenly wriggles restlessly, as if trying to break free from my embrace.

MC: Do you want to go down and play?

I carefully place Snowball on the ground. It sniffs around with its tiny nose and then happily starts running around us.

MC: [laughs cheerfully] Hahaha, Snowball, you're so fearless, don't you?

MC: Even after such a day full of twists and turns, you can still play so happily!

Lucien: A puppy's mind is very simple.

Lucien: Perhaps in its eyes, it simply unexpectedly took a risk to venture into an unfamiliar place and met with a beautiful and empathetic Jiejie (big sister) who understands it well.

Lucien: And now, this Jiejie has brought it to a playground where it can run freely, so why can't it be happy?

MC: Oh, come on, it's definitely the credit of this reasonable and understanding handsome Gege (big brother).

I jokingly gesture with my hand, but as I watch Snowball's carefree figure, I can't help but ponder Lucien's words with a thoughtful expression.

MC: That being said, it seems like any simple thing can easily make a puppy happy.

MC: Whether it's the company of its owner, a friendly pat from a stranger, a passing butterfly, or even just a small treat...

MC: I often see videos of dogs being scolded by their owners. One moment, they're scared out of their wits…

MC: Then, the next moment, as soon as their owners call their names with a smile, they instantly become happy again.

MC: So, is life filled with beautiful moments everywhere in the eyes of a puppy?

As we talk, Snowball runs around a nearby grassy area and then returns to Lucien's feet, panting. It looks like it's tired from playing and eagerly starts pawing at his pants.

Lucien cooperatively lifts it, and it comfortably stretches lazily in his arms, then leans against his arm and rests.

Lucien pats its head, his expression somewhat resigned.

Lucien: I originally wanted to create a "wonderful moment" for MC, but it seems like Snowball is the one enjoying it more.

MC: Indeed, we should learn from puppies and embrace the spirit of enjoying every moment. I can't let Snowball beat me~

As I say this, I take a deep breath, and the fresh air instantly fills my heart.

MC: So pleasant... If it weren't for the tight schedule and better scenery waiting for us, I'd want to camp right here.

Lucien looks at me upon hearing this, seeming to contemplate something. After a moment, he gently places Snowball into my arms and gives me a mysterious wink.

Lucien: I've received the classmate's wish, please wait a moment.

He walks around to the back of the car, opens the trunk, and folds down all the rear seats, creating a spacious area.

[Lucien’s car being an SUV is really useful in times like this huh-]

Then, he hangs the small decorative lanterns that were initially used for the tent on the roof of the car. Finally, he shakes out a small thin blanket and spreads it on top.

After finishing all this, he bends slightly and makes a gentlemanly invitation gesture.

Lucien: Please, have a seat.

MC: This is...

Lucien: Our time is indeed limited, not enough to set up a proper tent.

Lucien: So we'll have to use this "temporary camping spot" instead, I hope you two* don’t disdain it.

[T/N: He actually uses 小朋友 (literally means: child) as the term of endearment to refer both of them (so the more literal translation should be “I hope the two children don’t disdain it”). I change it for an obvious reason here, but I swear it’s not as bad as the english language makes it to be-]

I stand still for a moment as his intention dawns on me. Pink bubbles seem to bubble up in my chest, making my heart move up and down in the ripples it causes.

I compliantly put on airs, playing along with his gesture as I cradle Snowball and settle into the car.

MC: Can you see a look of "disdain" on our faces?

I raise Snowball, showing a coy and obedient look at Lucien. Snowball, oblivious to the situation, cooperatively wags its tail and barks cheerfully at Lucien twice.

Lucien chuckles softly, then takes off his sunglasses with one hand, his gaze shifting between Snowball and me.

The vast expanse of clouds above his head begins to slowly drift away, revealing the warm and radiant sunshine.

His deep gaze is imbued by the golden sky, revealing a hint of childlike innocence and simple contentment.

Lucien: Indeed, I can't see it, because I can only see two adorable faces.

His doting tone is unreserved, and I satisfactorily squint my eyes, my heart full of joy.

MC: This one-of-a-kind camping area, with Professor Lucien's intention behind it, is priceless and worth more than any amount of money.

MC: I cherish it so much; how could I possibly disdain it?

Snowball seems to understand my words. With a "woof", he jumps down and happily rolls around on the blanket.

Both Lucien and I are amused by its adorable appearance. A gentle breeze blows by, and my entire heart feels light as if it's strolling in the clouds.

Our gazes lock into each other, and this tranquil moment is so beautiful that I truly want to record it in some way.

But I don't take out my phone to make a note. Instead, I instinctively reach out and gently pull Lucien to sit beside me.

The warmth beside me makes me unconsciously lean closer. I nuzzle his shoulder clingily, my heart filled with softness.

MC: Professor Lucien, you've succeeded.

MC: Now my mind is filled with countless wonderful moments, and each of these moments is related to you-

MC: Me leaning on your shoulder, your scent filling my senses, and us sharing this unexpected encounter of scenery together...

MC: And even if these moments aren't intentionally recorded by me, it's okay.

MC: Because every little thing that has been happening with you has already integrated into my world since a long time ago.

The breath above my head becomes even more gentle and elongated. Lucien enfolds me in his arms, his warm breath almost as if it's seeping into the depths of my heart.

Lucien: I am honored to be part of all the “wonderful moments” of Miss MC.

Lucien: As the sole recipient of this “award”, I will remain humble and continue to work hard, bringing her even more happiness.

I smile in his arms, but suddenly, I think of something and pull myself away from him a bit.

MC: But it's not fair, I've listed so many 'wonderful moments' of my own. How come you haven't shared a single one with me?

Lucien seems taken aback by my sudden mention of this. He is struck silent for a moment, then a flicker of wounded expression crosses his face.

Lucien: Perhaps because I thought even if I didn't say anything, MC would know what I’m thinking—

Lucien: My "list of wonderful moments" is very simple, so simple that it has only one item.

Lucien: Now, do you still need me to tell you this one and only item?

He stares steadily into my eyes, with an irreplaceable radiance that ebbs and flows in the depths of his gaze.

I softly laugh, and my entire heart feels as transparent and bright as if it has been meticulously polished.

MC: No need.

I shook my head, the stray hair on my forehead bringing a slightly unbearable itch, gently brushing against my heart along with the gentle spring breeze.

I gently cup his cheek in the palm of my hand, and the world becomes unusually quiet, only the sound of two hearts beating can be heard.

MC: You don't need to say anything.

Because in those beautiful eyes, I only see myself.

————Fin———–

[Bonus Phone Call - Want it Now]

Lucien: Hello? Are you busy?

MC: So, I was about to take a lunch break—I was just thinking about you, and then your call came.

Lucien: It seems like there's always some kind of wonderful little tacit understanding between us.

Lucien: Then tell me about it.

MC: Haha, here's the thing. The company's pet club is planning a charity event.

MC: They plan to sell some handmade items and donate the proceeds to animal shelters. But I don't have any inspiration for what to make at the moment...

Lucien: Mm... I just received a delivery that might be helpful to you.

Lucien: The owner of Snowball sent us some things as a thank you. There are small felt keychains shaped like Snowball, as well as cartoon-style standees and cross-stitch fridge magnets.

Lucien: Looking at the note in the delivery box, it seems that the owner of Snowball designed them personally and also has the same ones at home.

Lucien: Perhaps we can also make some similar small items.

MC: Wow! They actually make these for their pet? The owner of Snowball is so thoughtful.

Lucien: You can tell that Snowball is truly cherished, so its owner makes these everyday little things, wanting its presence to fill every corner of their home.

MC: Hmm... Just like how my phone screensaver is you, and all the photos hanging around the home are of you?

Lucien: If what you're saying is that feeling of 'even when you're not around, I still want to see you first thing’...

Lucien: Then we're the same.

MC: I have another idea, I wonder if Professor Lucien shares the same idea as me.

Lucien: Hm?

MC: Even though my screensaver and chat background are pictures of you... I still want to see you right now.

Lucien: What a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing. So I've already brought your favorite milk tea and the Snowball keychain, and I'm on my way to see you.

Lucien: I checked the navigation, and the route from the research institute to your company is very smooth.

Lucien: In twenty minutes, both of our wishes will come true.

[gingergofastboatsmojito]

My take 🤬

On how this is another clear case of antifeminism (by women & men bc women can suck too, obs), doblestandard and maybe even racism, not sure about the latter but wouldn’t be surprised if it also plays a role in the snowball effect, frankly. And also, on how Ayo unfortunately doesn’t know how to handle this, maybe due to her young age, or her short tenure in the biz or bc her PR team, that is supposed to offer guidance in these kinda situations, fucking sucks, or all of the above. And lastly, if I were her publicist this wouldn’t have escalated so absurdly, hereby I offer my services probono to my girl, Ayo 🖤

1- IMO this game sighting was staged, they invited and asked them to go and sit there to get full visibility as a PR move. Those kinda promotions that intend not to look like they are promoting shit but they are. JAW is an expert on that, Ayo isn’t. Thus, his playing with her hair was part of an improv, that was not JAW, he was actually kinda playing Carmy for a sec for the fans, fully knowing they were gonna get photographed, etc. It was just a show! To entice the exact same reaction of the sydcarmy fans that they indeed got >>> frenzy 🤩. Period. Fully calculated by the PR team and innocent. Nothing wrong with that bc as any PR move, it’s consensual, and pre-agreed upon, they all play the game, they all knew it was a promo sighting of the cast to get attention, otherwise they wouldn’t have sat there or in that order. I wouldn’t even be surprised if they actually instructed them to smile, talk to the ppl sitting nearby, take selfies, “hug”, etc, it’s standard PR casual promo procedure. No biggie. The playing with her braids was part of that.

2- The whole cast is always super comfortable with each other, and touchy-feely, they all get along super well, and they trust and respect each other, it has always been like that, which is probably why they were on board with this PR move, to begin with. On numerous previous occasions Ayo and Ebon, for instance, have been holding hands in award shows, Ebon and Fak kissed on stage, Jaw and Ayo always, and I can’t emphasize this enough, always hug and touch as a sign of affection, same thing with Ayo and Molly who are also friends IRL, from even before MG joined TB, so, I hope that my point is clear by now but I will get into it anyway:

3- The fact that this whole thing, that shoulda just been treated as an innocent PR move and absolutely nothing else, and shoulda NEVER bit any of the involved ppl in the ass, specially Ayo, is due to misogyny - lack of correct media handling by those who are in the payroll to do exactly that - lack of Ayo’s experience (not her fault tho, that’s what PR teams are for when they aren’t free loading on you) bc she’s amazing but young and JAW is almost the same age but has like a decade of more experience and thus thicker skin, a divorce under his belt and he’s a guy - and lastly: maybe even racism and here’s why (FYI: I’m pissed! ⚠️ So deal with it):

Who the fuck said that touching a fucking braid is wrong even if they were happily married to other ppl?

Why the fuck Ebon kissing Matty (both happily married, btw) is just an innocent joke between coworkers we all laughed along with, but the literal 3 sec touching of a couple of braids between friends and coworkers that we all know are in other relationships and promoting a show rn is treated by some assholes like fucking adultery?!

Why the fuck that Ayo literally wraps her legs around MG in a game with a big smile, (when both are in a relationship, btw) is not read into in the same way as JAW casually touching Ayo’s hair for a few secs?!

Why a woman should give anyone any fucking explanation on why she let her friend/coworker do that and on why she's clearly not a slut or that they are not cheating on their respective partners, etc?!

Obvs I’m gonna be fucking telling you why right about now:

Because the usual suspects (racists that already hate Ayo just for being successful and hate even more any kinda of interracial interaction both IRL and on TV) are always waiting for the slightest chance to spew their fucking venom online and troll their way into attentionwhoring on every fucking platform they can get their filthy fingers on!

Because even women attack her or question her intentions if she dares to be slightly touched by JAW jumping to the conclusion that they are obs cheating bastards.

And because Ayo bought into it and got caught up in this whole thing due to the aforementioned reasons and unfortunately, her PR team/manager etc don’t have her back. A minor counter-PR move coulda stopped this madness 2 days ago right after the game and nothing woulda happened bc nothing shoulda happened! But I guess they are maybe idiots or too old school who think any publicity is good publicity.

The double standard of lowkey slut shaming or doubting the good intentions of a woman just because someone dares touching her fucking hair in public has to stop!

I’m also defending JAW here, he did nothing wrong and a bunch of prues, racists, idiots, and ppl who can’t tell a promo from real life or fiction from reality completely twisted and turned EVERYTHING and fucking ruined something that shoulda been just cute and fun.

So summing up: 🖕🏿

[gavonosc]

⚠️ Eyestrain warning ⚠️

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Tennis ball has a lot to say and he finds snowball almost always listens..

[realkavehgf]

✬ — Ring ring! The sound of jingling bells! Wonder what that could be~

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Oh my? Oh my! Greetings, @meidnightrain~ it would seem that I, Shin, the real Kaveh girlfriend, am your secret Santa! Betcha didn't expect that, huh? <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

⚠️ Be careful, though... Those fellas have snowballs incoming! ❄️

Not my usual style! But I think it turned out better than I thought it would, hehe. Merry Christmas, Miss Meisha! :D

- Shin ♡

P.S. I broke my back for you, Meisha./j

[crystals-cave]

PAC: How will December 2023 be like for you?

Hey Everyone❄️

Welcome to your December 2023 reading🔮

We’re reaching the final month of this year!

For those of you going through winter right now, I hope you stay warm in the upcoming few months⛄️🎄

Pick a pile that sparks a memory in you - it could be a person/place/music/ object etc. If more than 1 pile sparks a memory in you, pick the pile that evokes the strongest emotions in you. However, if you feel strongly for both, you may go ahead and read more than 1 pile.

As this is a general reading, do take what resonates for you and take the rest with a pinch of salt.

Warning: this reading will be blunt and brutally honest. There will be no sugar-coating at all. Do keep it in mind as you proceed with this reading⚠️

Note: all pictures used in this reading are taken by me

Pile 1 | Pile 2

Pile 3 | Pile 4

Pile 1

10 of Swords

9 of Swords (rx)

King of Swords (rx)

The Hierophant

The Tower

Hello Pile 1 🌪️

First of all, I would like to congratulate you — most of you in this pile are about to go through a huge growth this month.

At the start of the month, I see that there is something on your mind hurting you so badly as though it is physical pain. Whatever on your mind haunts you even in your dreams. Your nightmares only stop once you get it off your chest, and whatever it is will be really ugly.

Despite all the hurt and cruelty it might bring, it is necessary to resolve it now than letting it snowball and hitting you back tenfold. The truth, be it good or bad, will always make you feel lighter than the lies that weigh you down.

Once you get it off your chest, things will slowly get better for you. For a great portion of you, I see that mercy is granted for you and you’re eventually forgiven. (Did you do someone/something wrong?) You will be surprised by this forgiveness but this incident in December is here to teach you an important life lesson.

For some, you’ll learn the pain of carrying guilt and lies, and the remaining of you will learn the weight of forgiveness.

Although it will be a rather heavy month for you, I would like to encourage you to stay strong. At times, growth can be casual and slow but other times we learn through mistakes/hardships.

Hang in there 🖤

Pile 2

The Chariot (rx)

8 of Pentacles

Knight of Pentacles (rx)

3 of Wands (rx)

8 of Wands

King of Swords (rx)

Hi Pile 2 🍂

I know that you’ve been really been going though it for some time and things are pretty rough for you. You feel as though things never progress no matter how ward you work, as though everything is at a standstill. You may have thought that things will get better as you work but you just get discouraged everytime.

However, I see that this December will be the end of your stagnancy. What has been stillness before will be so full of activity you can hardly remember what quietness feels like. Everything will be busy.

Despite the change, you should also beware of jealousy. All the buzz that comes alive for you this month also attracts envy. While you can’t control how they feel about your positive change, you can protect yourself by not flaunting it to them. Afterall some people in their twisted way see flaunting as a green light to sabotage/backstab others.

Best wishes 🖤

Pile 3

Strength

Judgement

3 of Pentacles

4 of Cups

2 of Pentacles (rx)

Welcome, Pile 3 🌻

For the earlier half of December, I see that you’re full of action. Even when you’re not on the move, you have this quiet confidence about yourself that people admire. Though I feel that you have always been like that.

As the month progresses, you’ll feel yourself go through a transformation. In the past, you realize that people always try to learn the way you do things — how you dress, how you speak etc. This time, it will be you who will try to learn from others instead. You start to see strengths of others and try to learn from them.

At the start, some of them may be put off and refuse to teach you as they believe you are just humouring them and not taking them seriously. As you show persistance, they will eventually cave and share with you their teachings.

When you realize that there is something to learn from everyone and initiate to connect and learn your peers, you are also starting an important exchange for everyone. I see that this exchange likely happens in a work/school setting and is likely to bring you to even greater heights.

All the best! 🖤

Pile 4

The Moon

The High Priestess (rx)

Judgement (rx)

Knight of Cups

6 of Swords

The Star

Page of Wands (rx)

Hello Pile 4⚡️

Right off the bat, I see that you’ll be troubled for the earlier part of this December. You seem to have hidden foe(s) and have yet to uncover who they are or why they are against you.

It can be quite scary to deal with something like that, but life must still go on. Regardless of what is to come, you still have to carry on with life as per usual.

Around mid-December, there will be an arrival of a messenger to guide your way out of this trouble.

As happy as this ending may sound, this can actually trap you in an endless cycle. The root of the issue stems from your indecisiveness.

Dragging things out and prolonging your decisions will only cause confusion and uncertainty. If you are unsure, read up and consult others. If you still can’t decide, list out all your pros and cons and compare what you have more to gain or lose.

Irregardless of your choice, there will be those who support it and those who are against it. But at least you know of what people are unhappy about. Having a problem to solve is better than sitting ducks and leaving people hanging for an answer.

Stay strong 🖤

[mango-bango-bby]

For Snow Day ❄️, how about a play date with Platonic Yandere Mahito and Gojo’s child. The two of them sneak off somewhere and get up to all kinds of mischief while playing in the snow.

♡ Snowy Morning ♡

(A/N: Platonic Mahito really is just a bad influence on Gojo’s kid 😭😭😭 He would definitely just steal you away just so you two can cause mischief haha!! He’s just a menace)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, platonic yandere, child!reader, kidnapping, Mahito is a secret softie 💞

Summary: Mahito plays in the snow with you (Platonic!Yandere!Mahito x Child!Reader ft. Platonic!Yandere!Gojo x Child!Reader)

Holiday Event ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

You stare out of your window, staring at all of the snow that’s covering the ground and the snow falling down onto the window sill. You wanted to go outside to play into the snow but you knew today was Gojo’s day off.

You didn’t want to wake up your father, despite how much you wanted to play outside. You knew that he would he get up and go outside into the snow with you if you asked him but you didn’t want to wake him up.

You stare down at your dolls, bored and just thinking about playing in the snow. Until you hear what sounds like something being thrown against your window. You climb up to your window, a large smile on your face at the sight of Mahito in the garden.

He had been visiting you to gain your trust so he could get to your father. However you didn’t know that, seeing him as one of your only friends. Gojo was way to protective of you and because of that you didn’t know anyone. You only knew Gojo, Megumi, and Nanami. So when you met Mahito while playing in the garden, you gladly agreed to be his friend even if he told you not to tell your father.

You smile outside the window, pressing your face up against the glass and waving at Mahito. He waves back, a smile on his face. He uses his hand to gesture you to come down to him in the garden.

You think for a moment looking behind you as if Gojo was going to be there. You think before running down to the cost racking, grabbing your coat, putting on your mittens, scarf, and boots.

You run outside into the snow, running up to Mahito and hugging him despite his surprise. He was going to just use you to get your father to kill him. But lately he hasn’t been so sure. He still plans on killing Gojo. But as much as he hates to say it, he got a soft spot for you. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

He had gone soft for a sorcerers child of all things. You look up at him smiling. He hasn’t visited you in the past few days, because your father was out there with you. “Are you here so we can play in the snow” you ask, a large smile on your face. Mahito glances back up at the house before answering you.

“Yep, sure am. But how about we go to a park instead of here? Aren’t you tired of being stuck here all the time?” Mahito asks, watching you nod a little. You do such as if you’re ashamed that you sometimes want to leave the home that your father almost keeps you trapped in.

Mahito grabs your hand, leading you out as you skip in the snow. Your day will be filled with snowball fights, snow angels, and trying to catch snowflakes on your tongue. However Mahito isn’t sure if he’s going to let you go home. Wouldn’t you just be so much happier with him?

He could be a sort of older brother to you.

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵

Thank you for reading, darling!!

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

親愛なる僕へ殺意をこめて - The Killer Inside - Whump List - 🇯🇵

Whumpee: Urashima/Hachinoi Eiji played by Yamada Ryosuke

Synopsis: Urashima Eiji is the son of a murder suspect. He is a college student doing his best every day to be happy. One day, his life starts to snowball. He suddenly finds out he has DID and it's possible his other personality is a killer!

Genre & Tags: Cop/Crime, Mystery, Romance, Emeto, Trauma, Drugged, Captive, Torture, On-The-Run

Watch On: Viki, DramaCool, KissAsian

Note: I didn’t differentiate between which alter the whump happens to for multiple reasons (one that’s a spoiler so I won’t say) but he looks the same either way so I left it.

⚠️ CAUTION: A s**cide is shown multiple times throughout the drama and it is discussed relatively often⚠️

WARNING: POSSIBLE SPOILERS BELOW

1.01 : anxious ::: anxious, questioned ::: scared ::: loss of appetite, concern for him ::: traumatic past reveal ::: throwing up ::: upset, anxious ::: isolating himself, looked after ::: crying ::: emotional, fell to the floor, crying ::: tased, collapsed ::: woke up restrained to a bed, tased, crying out in pain, tased, crying out in pain, tased, threatened, scared

1.02 : scared ::: scared, fell to the ground, backing away ::: anxious ::: scared, fell to the ground

1.03 : concerned for someone ::: bag thrown at him, slapped, fell to the ground ::: taken ::: panicked, thrown, kicked in the chest, grabbed, dragged ::: dragged, thrown into the back of a car ::: tortured, saved, concern for someone, using himself as a shield, dragged, picked up and strangled, nearly died, saved, holding his stomach, concern for him, weak, helped to walk ::: wounds treated, emotional, struggling to stand, concern for him

1.04 : asleep in the hospital ::: asleep in bed, anxious ::: emotional, crying ::: traumatic memories surface, anxious ::: emotional, crying

1.05 : in shock, shaking, heavy breathing ::: in shock, fell to the ground ::: shaking ::: shaking, scared, crying ::: scared, backing away in fear, shaking, crying

1.06 : emotional, angry, drugged, collapsed, struggling to stay conscious, in shock, shaking ::: emotional ::: emotional, on the run, exhausted, crying, collapsed, crying ::: emotional, at gunpoint, angry

1.07 : emotional, at gunpoint (twice), teary-eyed, shot, collapsed, concern for him ::: saving someone, at gunpoint, fought, in shock

1.08 : angry

1.09 : emotional ::: screaming, angry ::: arrested ::: (flashbacks: overly affectionate antagonist, emotional, crying, screaming ::: in shock, shaking, passed out), cuffed/chained ::: (flashbacks: crying, self sacrifice (sorta), stumbling, collapsed, passed out), cuffed/chained

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MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> {x}

[smok3r7]

Is Leaving Even An Option?

Joel x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Seven: Seventy-Five Percent

Main Masterlist & Series Masterlist - My Ao3

Summary: Your days have become one in the same, even with the terrifying reality of death right outside the walls of Jackson. You never thought you’d be in the situation you’ve been stuck in for seven years now, the daily abuse you endure has become an expectation. You take whatever your husband throws at you, literally and figuratively, because you’ve been trained to believe this is normal. But a new man, Joel, moves next door and happens to be friendly towards you, this causes your husband’s anger to worsen. Your mind starts a gruesome war with itself - can you leave him or do you stay until the inevitable happens?

Chapter Summary: You and Joel have the heart-to-heart that’s been needing to happen for months now. You’re finally able to go back to Jackson and face your traumas, with the positive reinforcement from Joel. However, you’re not safe when you get home and you quickly realize that you have to face the inevitable.

Word count: 6.2k

⚠️Warnings: NOT A HAPPY ENDING, Small description of rough sex (memories from husband), feelings of losing a child (reader and Joel), mentions of miscarriage, feeling guilty, gun use in DV, taunting, major character death, reader death

Here’s the finale babes🫡💓 - love y’all

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“I just,” you start to explain as you pick at your cuticles to avoid looking at Joel’s reaction, “I don’t know, got scared ‘cause it all seemed too familiar, and that terrified me.”

“What was all too familiar?” Joel asks as he continues to massage your calves and feet that lay over his lap.

Your eyes move away from your fingers to gaze at Joel on the other side of the couch in the middle of the cabin's living room. You take in how soft and gentle he looks - his face slightly furrowed and yet still relaxed, his broad hairy chest rising and falling slowly, and the mesmerizing way his large hands press into your sore limbs has you melting.

“The whole thing-” you blurt out as lay your head back on the arm rest and cover your eyes with your hands, not knowing how else to say it, “the drinking, the sex that wasn’t really sex, the breakfast the next mornin- and the thing is, the first time with Nate was pretty much exactly like that. All the focus was on me and I didn’t do anything in return.”

You take a breath and it rattles your lungs, tears are welling underneath your palms that cover your heavy lids. The terrifying memories of Nate doing indescribable horrifying things to you start to flow back into your brain, like an avalanche - it’s all starting to snowball out of control.

But before you let it kill you from the inside out, you blow out a more steady breath than before, and finally you raise your upper body from the couch to look at him. You want to gaze into his eyes when you tell him why the last interaction was so triggering, you want him to fully grasp it.

“The next time we had sex, was just-“ your voice shook once again, as you crack each one of your knuckles. You’ve never talked about this before with Joel, but if you really want to have something with him, you’ve got to open up.

“So, so violent, there was no concern for me in the slightest. It was like I wasn’t even a person to him, just something for him to fuck. And that’s what I was for those seven years, an object.”

Joel’s silent, but you can feel the anger that’s seeping out of his tan skin. But yet, his hands give no indication that he’s raging on the inside, because they’re still comfortably massaging your legs and the balls of your feet. The silence that comes after has you feeling worried, so you try to quickly save it from going under anymore.

“So I’m sorry but, like, sex is really something I shouldn’t be doing. At least right now, because I clearly am not ready for that,” you laugh at yourself as you point your fingers at your face, stained with tears. You feel like you owe him an explanation, or an apology, about your feelings - it's just what you’re used to doing, you absolutely hate it.

“And I know I initiated, and I led you on but fell short on my end. And I’m having such a battle with wanting to apologize for it and not, because I know I don’t need to for anyone. However, you’re so kind and generous, I just- don’t want to hurt you and I feel like I owe you at least that-“

“Darlin’?”

“…Hmm,”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” he takes a heavy breath as he softly picks up your feet from his lap, and he turns his body to sit facing you. His right foot stable on the hardwood floor, his left knee bent on the cushion as he drapes your relaxed legs on his thighs.

“I’m so- shit, sorry can't even begin to describe it, but please understand, the sex isn't even on my radar, sugar. I can go without it, I promise you that. But I feel so sick about what you’ve been through. You did not deserve any of that. How a person, let alone your husband, can do such things is just repulsive. I know there’s nothing I can do that will ever make you feel a hundred percent whole ever again. But I want to tell you, I will try my damn hardest to try. And I want you to know, none of what happened to you was your fault. Okay?”

Joel then brings both his hands to your cheeks as he gently cradles them. The warmth of his fingertips, his sincere eye contact, and his words causes you to break one more time. The waterfall of tears begin like they did earlier, but this time a range of wails escape your mouth. You’re absolutely incoherent, you sound like an injured animal screaming for help, howling almost.

Sshh, oh baby girl, come here, Joel murmurs as he wraps his muscular arms around your torso and pulls you into his lap. Your face burrows right into his neck, your arms wrap around the tops of his shoulders, and your knees hook around his hips, so he can’t escape from you. One of his arms stays tightly anchored around your waist and the other lays against your spine that leads to his hand holding the back of your neck.

The wails and sobs continue, muffled by his soft skin, and you get so caught up in the emotional rollercoaster that you’re not sure how long your two bodies stay together. It’s long enough for the bright sun to begin moving behind the autumn trees and for the white moon, along with the sparkling stars, to take over the beautiful sky. The light from the moon shines through the big front window to show you and Joel on the brown loveseat, fit together perfectly, like a puzzle - your favorite hobby.

Joel is nothing like Nate, not even close. Joel is a gentleman, he doesn’t want to hurt me in any way.

“Baby?” His voice cracks, like he’s trying to hide the fact that he's been crying also. A comforting silence had started about twenty minutes before he said anything, all he did the whole time was hold you and stroke your back with his calloused fingers.

Your throat is dry from the screams, the body heat from his bare chest pressed against yours, causing you to sweat, and your body just aches from the exhaustion of crying. Usually, this combination stems from a negative experience, and you know it all too well and hate it. However, this time it’s for a different reason. You aren’t in fear for your life, you just finally opened up to Joel.

That is growth. That is the beginning of healing. The raw negative emotions that instinctively flow through you, are no more, they’ve evolved into something new. Something that tells you, I actually can move past this, I can live without fear, I can maybe even be happy.

Maybe running away did some good for you, but you can’t do that again. You have too many people who love and care for you now, you’re wanted. So, no more running away, you now have your safety net - Joel Miller.

You gently push your tired body off of his skin, when you can finally see this man’s face - for the first time is fucking decades, you finally feel valid and cared for. His eyes are bloodshot, tears and snot stain his skin and his beard, and his lips are red like he’s been biting them. Your nose sniffs and a soft smile creeps onto your face, which causes Joel to copy the same small smile.

“Joel, I love you.”

“I love you too, old lady.”

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You and Joel end up staying that night and most of the next day at the little cabin. Just talking about what the two of you have been through, down to all the minute details of the situations and the emotional toll it took on either of you. You’ve done this with Joel before but, there’s now this new sense of vulnerability between him and you - almost like an understanding of it all, realizing you weren’t alone in some of the feelings you had.

Like losing daughters. You told him about how you stumbled upon Rosa, and it had been over five years since you’ve talked about her. Nate never let you, unless it was to learn your triggers so he could use them against you for later. As you remembered Rosa, your heart fluttered and then slightly ripped - you still blame yourself partially for how her life ended, even though there was nothing you couldn’ve done.

You then opened up about your miscarriage. The brutal emotional and physical damage that it caused you, the confusion that was going through your brain about Nate and what to do. For once, you didn’t feel embarrassed talking about your feelings or your brain battles.

Joel was finally able to express his hurt about his beautiful Sarah and not being able to keep her alive, about what Ellie went through with David and the Fireflies, and his own thoughts about them. He, too, blames himself for not being able to save Sarah, when no matter what he did, it wouldn’t change anything, the same with Ellie being assaulted and almost killed. All you could do was listen as he wept, because you two are so similar that you know that he knows, there’s nothing different he could’a done. It was just the way the dice rolled, and no matter what you said in that moment, he already knows it - but he just has a hard time accepting it, like you with Rosa.

When you guys lay down for the night in the master bedroom, you can hear him crying to himself as he has his back to you. Without saying anything, you roll over and drape your smaller arm around his thick torso, and wrap your top leg around his thigh.

As you tighten your hold, you nuzzle your nose into his wide shoulder blades just under the nape of his neck, covered by his now sweaty curls, and you deeply inhale. Joel has this distinct scent that you crave and love so deeply; Sweat, woodsy, subtle hints of men’s body wash, and a hint of sugar.

The soft sounds of Joel’s crying come to a slow stop, his breathing regulates and becomes one with yours, and one of his large hands covers the one of yours that’s splayed across his belly. No words are said, none are needed. The two of you are connected by your souls and bodies, you and him are made for each other.

You’re here for him, and he’s here for you, always.

—

The sight of the gigantic metal walls that surround Jackson causes you to freeze, and Dougie, sensing your fear, also stops as he breaks the tree line. Joel and his horse, Shimmer, are to the right of you, also stuck.

It took about two days for you guys to travel from the cabin back to Jackson, a group of about twenty raiders having shown up at the Motel 6. So to avoid them, you guys had to find a different route that kept you out of view from them - which you did with no problems.

“You ready, Sugar?” Joel’s southern accent rolls off his tongue like he still lives in Texas.

A second goes by before you tilt your head to him and murmur, yeah. Joel smiles as he softly whips the reigns on shimmer and begins to trot down the dirt path that curves down a small hill.

Yeah, I am ready, you think to yourself as a prideful smile naturally appears and you start behind Joel down the hill to the new beginning you see in your horizon.

—

When the two of you enter Jackson and the massive doors get shut behind you, the first thing that catches your eyes is that Ellie and the three sisters are all standing by the stable doors just about twenty feet in front of you. My girls, you whisper as you swing your leg over your saddle, you jump off of Dougie and sprint to the group of young girls.

Joel yells something to you but you don’t hear it, all your focus is on these girls - your daughters, basically. You need to hear their voices, to touch their soft hair, and to tell them just how sorry you are for abandoning them.

“Ellie, girls!” You shout, now only about ten feet away. The huddle of young teens spin their head around and their eyes widen as they watch you run towards them.

“Old Lady!” they all yell in unison as they start to head towards you, all of you meet in the middle and you reach for all of them. Ellie is the first one to reach you and she wraps her arms around your waist, almost knocking you over, as Jinny and Andrea fit on either side of Ellie and hold on to you. Chloe is the last one to reach you, but she opens her arms around the other three girls and leans in to touch any part of you she can to know that you’re really back.

Your hands sporadically move from one girl's head to the others, not wanting to miss one of them. The tears begin again as you tell them, oh my girls, I’m so so sorry, god. I love you gals so much, I will never leave you ever again. You can’t see any of their faces, all you see are the tops of their heads as they hold onto you, but you can hear and feel their cries. The small bodies below you slightly jump inconsistently as they cry and cry, your heart shatters at the sight of these girls being so broken about you leaving.

After a couple more apologies and tight squeezes, you clear your throat and tell them to look at your face. The sisters let go and take a step back as they wipe their tears away from their eyes, but Ellie doesn’t let go, so you let her stay wrapped around your tired body. You gaze at Chloe, then Jinny, then Andrea as you repeat, “I am so sorry. I love you all. I am okay, now please go get some dinner and I will see you all tonight for the movie, okay?”

“Yes, old lady,” Andrea sniffles with a soft curve to her lips.

“You better be at the movie, they’re playing Goodfella’s, your favorite,” Chloe teases as she points her finger in your direction.

“I’m really glad you’re home, don’t know what I would do without you,” Jinny admits as she rocks side to side.

A heat rises in your face and chest at the words of these teens, I’ll see y’all in a little bit, you tell them before they all blow a kiss at you, then turn around and head in the direction of the dining hall. But there’s still one young girl tied to your body - Ellie.

“Where do I even start?” You ask her as you set your lips in her pulled back hair and strongly wrap your arms around her shoulders. When she takes a deep breath your whole body moves with hers, you can tell she is struggling to bring together the right words - you know she’s angry, rightfully so.

“Please look at me.”

She doesn’t move, not even the tiniest bit.

“Please.”

Your voice is broken completely, this hurts more than seeing Joel this upset. Having Ellie hurt like this at the cause of your actions has you feeling sick about yourself, how could I do this to her? A second after, she hesitantly lifts her face from your chest, and she is a mess - full dark bags under her eyes, her sage green eyes bloodshot, and her cheeks look sunken in. Oh my god, your mind is so overloaded with emotions that you’re scared that this is too much at one time.

“Why did you leave me?”

The sound of her weak voice crushes your soul, because this was not your intention by any means. Instantly, you carefully set both hands on either of her cheeks and you scramble together the right words to her.

“I wasn’t leaving you baby, I just- I needed time away to think through my own feelings. This had absolutely nothing to do with you, please believe me. This was all for myself, because I hadn’t dealt with my own shit and running away was a way for me to take control when I felt like I had none, okay? I love you so much and I hate that I did this to you, I am sincerely sorry.”

Her beautiful green eyes stare back into yours, but there’s a glint of hope that returns in hers. She sniffles and nods her head that is still in your grasp, I love you too, she whispers as she bites her bottom lip to try to hide her tears. You pull her into your arms and give her a caring squeeze, and your lips give a gentle kiss into her chocolate hair.

“Okay,” you chuckle, “Now it’s your turn to go get some dinner.”

“Let me see Joel first, then I’ll go.”

“Sounds good.”

Your two bodies finally let go of one another, when she steps back you give a warm smile, which she mimics. You then watch her eyes as they gaze behind you, must be Joel. Your eyes follow her small figure as she walks past you, and when you turn your head Joel comes into your sight. He’s only about ten feet away from where you’re standing and he’s talking about something with Tommy who’s next to Vince.

A warm tingly feeling ignites in your belly as you watch Ellie run up to Joel and jump into his opened arms. He picks her up and spins her around once, then sets her back on her feet and kisses the top of her head as he holds her little body against his towering one.

I have the life I want, a man who loves me and a daughter who adores me. I can finally be happy. It finally clicks, you know you can trust Joel, he is not going to hurt you or put you in harm's way ever. You’re never going to run away again, you’re going to have to work through whatever the issue or trauma is because that is the only way you’ll be able to actually heal and move on.

You watch Joel pick his head up as he still holds Ellie in a tight grasp. I’m gonna go to the house, you mouth to him as you point your finger in the direction of the house you shared. He nods his head, I’ll be there soon, he mouths back to you with a smile. You reciprocate the smile and spin on your toes in the dirt as you head towards Main Street, to the beautiful navy home.

—

As you walk up the porch steps, the familiar creaking echoes through your ears, I’m home. Your hand goes to the knob and turns it, click. You push the door open, walk in, and push the door closed with your butt, then lift your head to look around the familiar living room. Your blood runs cold, your body is frozen on the large oak door behind you.

No, no, no.

“Hi there Mrs. Rossi, or should I call you Mrs. Miller? I can’t keep up.” Nate’s voice echoes through the empty house.

He’s sitting on the brown swivel chair that faces the front door, his elbows rest on his knees and your eyes dart to his hands. His gun, his black 9mm. The same one he’s threatened you with countless times before; in your bed while you were sleeping sometimes, in the shower, the kitchen, living room - and so many others, that you can't even remember them all.

Your throat swells, hands hang parallel to your thighs, your stomach twists and turns, your mouth becomes dry, and your eyes widen at the sight of him in your home - why is he here?

“Oh, don’t look so scared now, sweet thing, you should be excited to see your husband. I know I’m happy to see you, been gone way too long.”

His face lights up with the smile that you used to love so much, but now all it does is horrify you. It sends a punch right into your gut because you know that there is nothing but evil behind his smile. What do I do, what can I do?

“What are you doing here, Nate?” You barely spit out loud enough for him to hear.

“I told you,” he stands up and starts to slowly walk closer to you, “I miss my wife.” He’s now arm's length away from you, and his face has this malicious look to it. His baby blues now look black, his beard messy, his smile filled with mischief and lies, and what makes it all scarier, is the way his brows are furrowed just enough to cause concern.

“But it looks like she’s decided to be a whore!” He yells the last of his sentence, and before you can do anything, he pistol whips the right side of your head. Your body drops to the floor instantly, you can’t see straight, and your head is pounding behind your eyes.

You’re on your side in the fetal position, blood starting to drip into your eyes causing you to squint them closed to avoid any more pain. Why me, god, why me? You question over and over again in your head, while he stands over you and aims that black 9mm at your helpless body.

“I said it before, you were never going to leave me,” he taunts, “but your dumbass didn’t wanna listen, like usual.”

With your brain still bouncing against your skull, you somehow find the strength to wipe the dripping blood out of your eyes, and open them to look up to him. When you open your stinging eyes, you’re met with the barrel of the gun only inches away from your face. But you’re not scared, even though you should be. It’s a weird feeling, almost an acceptance thing. In the back of your mind, you somehow knew this was going to happen at some point - you just wish it wasn’t right now, when you’ve finally found the man that you actually love and who actually loves you. What a joke this is.

Still looking down the barrel of the gun, you slowly push your hands on the floor and sit yourself up against the door. Nate tracks your subtle movements with his baby blues and his hands. The gun never leaves the spot in front of your face. As you finally lift your eyes to meet him, you notice how angry he looks - this is a different type of rage than you’ve seen from him, it’s almost pouring out of his skin. But you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you scared anymore, you’re not going to let him have this power over you any longer.

How do I want to play this? You think as you watch his hands start to vibrate and his breathing start to become erratic, he’s gonna lose it soon. I should just play it up until Joel gets here, he should be here any minute. This confidence builds in your heart knowing that once Joel see’s Nate in his house and you on the floor - shit, Nate is done for.

With your head still shaken up from the blow and the adrenaline rushing through your blood, you’re not thinking quite a hundred percent. You start to laugh, like a delirious kind of laugh - which is a dumb move considering you have a gun aimed at your face by your abusive husband.

“Sweetie, you really think that’s a good idea?” He chuckles softly as he brings his free hand to wrap around the bottom of the 9mm.

“I ju-just find it funny that-“ you take a second to wipe the stream of blood that is running down your face, “you feel the need to come bother me almost two years later. Like you really couldn’t find any other pussy out there? Women must not like you, I wonder why that is?” You laugh as you raise your pointer finger, then suddenly drop it with a smug smile.

His impotence was something that hit a nerve in him every single time, and you know that, but you really don’t care anymore. You just want to make him feel every ounce of pain that he’s inflicted onto you, even though that’s simply impossible.

“You cunt!”’ He yells as he lowers the aim and shoots into your left thigh. Fuck you, you scream at the top of your lungs as your hands fly to the burning hole in your leg. The pain is indescribable, the amount of blood that seeps through your fingers has you terrified.

Your face shoots up to look at him, the gun still aimed at you and he has this smug ass smirk on his lips, “Didn’t think I was gonna do it, did ya?”

“Just go-goes to show-“ you grit through your teeth and the pain, “how much o-of a coward, you actually are.” You’re breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth to try to relieve some of the panic that’s running through you.

He tauntingly laughs at your words as he squats down only a couple feet away from you and whispers, “Who’s the one who’s shot dear? Not me,” he says, then slowly stands back up and looks at your stunned face.

Okay, well. This is it. This is the end. I’ve lived a pretty okay life, all things considered. I’m gonna miss you Ellie a fuckton. You’re so beautiful and smart, I really hope you put your brain to really good use young lady. Please take care of yourself, once I’m gone, you’ll have to figure some things out on your own. You’re like a daughter to me, and I’m blessed to be able to call you a loved one - and please, keep an eye on Joel. This is going to crush him, just please make sure he doesn’t go running away like I did. Thank you for giving me a chance, baby girl, love you so much.

“Any last words, Mrs. Rossi?” The tip of the gun is now directly on the center of your chest, you squint your eyes shut and wince as the cold metal presses against your warm skin. The fear is starting to set in your bones, I’m fucked, there’s nothing that can stop him right now. He’s already shot you in the leg, what makes you think that he’s gonna stop with that?

Your leg is in excruciating pain, the burning has stopped but a new kind of stinging sensation shoots through your whole leg, and the blood is still just flowing out from under your hands.

Joel, my love. Thank you for showing me what love and admiration really mean. You saw me as a broken soul and thought I was worth the time to put back together. I really can’t express how grateful I am for that, you built me back to my old self, and I love you so much for it all. I’m sorry that I left for so long, we could’ve built a life together but now, that change is going to be taken from us. Please don’t dwell on me for too long baby, you gotta stay strong for Ellie and yourself. Just know that I will be by your side forever, even in the after life.

After a second, you open your eyes to see that he has brought his face down parallel to yours. If you weren’t injured by the pistol whip and the bullet, you would surely be able to snag the gun out of his hands and aim it back at him. But you can’t, you’ve completely lost, all you have left are your words - fuck it, why not?

“Yeah,” you smirk as you stare into his light blue eyes that are now all pupils, “Joel’s gonna fuckin kill you.”

“Well, too bad he won’t be able to save you.”

Nate laughs as he watches the way your face winces from the bullet in your leg and from the pistol on your skin. It’s almost like this whole thing turns him on, which you’ve never really thought about before but now it all makes sense. He gets off on this shit, seeing me in pain that’s caused by him. God, he is sick.

“Fuck you, Nate,” you breathe out, “just, fuck you for ruining me as a person. You are a rotten piece of shit, a complete waste of a person. Go choke on a dick.”

“Not a bad choice of last words honey, gotta hand it to ya. But I miss when you would just shut the fuck up.”

Just before he pulls the trigger, a piece of your old survival skills kick into overdrive. You quickly lean to the left, away from your heart. But the piercing feeling of being shot hits the skin between your shoulder and chest, much better than the center of your chest.

“Shit-“ you scream as your body thuds to the floor once again, but this time the pain is ten times worse than the one in your thigh. The burning, the blood, the tears, all so much stronger than the other.

Your brain is scrambling on what to do, you should get up and fight - you can’t, all you can do is moan and cry at how much pain you’re in. Your hands leave your wounded thigh, which you feel gush with blood as you relieve the pressure, and they move to the bullet wound on your chest. The warm blood spreads all over your chest and onto the floor below you, from the amount of blood you can only think that he hit a major artery, fuck.

“Good luck surviving that one, whore,” he then spits on your body as he turns to walk away.

Your vision is blurry, your brain is becoming foggy, your body feels nothing but pain from head to toe, all you want is Joel. Where the fuck is Joel? Then. like a genie granting your third wish, Joel appears and meets Nate in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room - at gunpoint, he must’ve come in through the backdoor.

“Joel,” you hoarsely whisper as you reach your hand out in his direction. Then without another second, you watch as Joel shoots Nate in the chest over and over, emptying the clip. Nate’s lifeless body falls flat on his back, onto the hardwood floor with a loud thud.

A sense of relief goes through your body, he’s finally gone, I’m finally safe. Your lungs give one last deep breath before it starts to hurt to breathe in and out.

“Oh darlin’, no, no, no, stay with me, please,” Joel cries as he runs over to your bloody body. Your eyes try to follow him but your head stays in the same position on the floor. Joel, you choke out as he carefully picks your body up bridal style, opens the front door, and sprints into the street screaming for help.

“Help me, anyone! Please, she’s been shot! I need help!”

Your body doesn’t hurt anymore, well, you can’t feel anything anymore. All you can do is gaze your eyes up into Joel’s face, tears streaming down his face and pure panic in his voice. You’re gonna be okay, baby girl, I got you, please stay with me, you’re so strong, baby. He’s repeating to you over and over as he follows the people who are telling him where to take you.

All you can do is just try to stay awake, but with the amount of blood you’ve lost, it’s becoming almost impossible. You want to hug and kiss Joel, but your body can’t grab ahold of the energy you need to do so. You want to tell him you love him, that you can’t thank him enough for saving you, that you’re sorry for leaving him for so long and you would take that back in a heartbeat.

But the last thing you see and remember, is Joel and the amount of anguish he’s in as he tries to save your life.

—

The first time I saw her, I was hooked. She was absolutely beautiful, and the way she spoke with such confidence even though she was going through some of the worst things. It blew my mind how strong she was, she wouldn’t talk about anything until me or Ellie would have to pull it out of her.

The two years that she lived with us was just pure bliss. The community was telling me how much she had changed in the small amount of time she moved in with us. But I don’t want to take any of that credit, that was all her, she did that, not me n’ not Ellie.

I wish that she knew she didn’t have to run away when she did. The community alone would’ve helped her, and it’s so fucked that once she got back here to Jackson n’ finally understood her worth, her life was ripped away from her. She was finally happy and ready to move on with her past, until a miserable person took her life, with no hesitation or care in the world - her so-called ‘husband’ ruined her whole future in minutes.

But today isn’t about him, it’s about her and only her. The light in so many people’s lives, for example; Working at the stables with Jinny, Andrea, and Chloe for over five years, she watched those girls grow up n’ taught them so much, they were all like daughters to her. Now I want to say to those three girls, I am so sorry I couldn’t save her, I wish I could have. All I ask is to just to always remember her in the positive memories and please don’t hesitate to reach out if you wanna talk. I love you girls dearly.

Ellie - I-I’m, I’m so so sorry. She was like a mom to you, the two of you were so much alike it was kinda scary. But it was also the sweetest thing to watch, ‘cause you were able to be a kid again and she was able to enjoy herself again. She always talked so highly of you, man Ellie yo-you made her so proud with how much you grew here in such a short period. So please just know, she is looking down at you in pure awe and love, you were her rock, love you entirely Ellie.

Now, I want to share a conversation she n’ I had early on. It’s not word-for-word but it went something like this; she told me how she used to help women and children get out of domestic violence situations for her job n’ I really commended her for that because that can not be an easy job. But she told me this insane statistic at the time, it actually broke my heart. She had told me that seventy-three percent of women in domestic violence get killed by their abusers or are severely injured.

Let that sink in - seventy-three fuckin’ percent, and look at how fast even she became a part of that statistic. I’m sure that number has increased since the apocalypse, and it’s disturbing that it's so high. We need to do better, plain n’ simple, for anyone who is in a similar situation please, don’t hesitate to ask for help because there are plenty of people who will help you out.

Please, don’t end up in the same situation as she did.

I’m gonna end this with one last thought. My darlin’, there are no words to describe how sorry I am for not being able to get there fast enough. You had so much more to give to the world, just know we will forever remember you and keep your spirit alive.

I love you, my ol’ lady.

Tags: @evyiione @oscarissac2099 @southernbe @pedrosfanny @orcasoul

[bonny-kookoo]

Snowball princess is entirely drabble based. I write what people request for it 🫥

It iss?? Can I please request for angst with princess and kook? :)) (Y'all, dont come at me😶 i love them too i just..)

You answer your angst 🤧 this is set earlier in the timeline, OT7. WARNING ⚠️ for drowning.

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Everyone trusts staff with you, no questions asked.

They've known you for just as long as they have- and almost everyone has bonded with you along the way, seeing as you're around almost all the time, attached to the band like the sound of their voices. Especially on shootings like these, at the beach, it's making everyone happy to see you happy, running around and having fun. You remind a lot of them that sometimes, it's fine to just be you and waste the moment for nothing else but amusement.

However, not everyone likes you- some merely tolerate your presence.

It's always been somewhat of a problem here and there- but one that's hard to deal with, seeing as no one can be forced to have a positive standpoint towards you. Hybrids are, down the line, still a pretty hot topic- and not in the good way. You're still even after so many years seen as something rather controversial to have around, and due to the difficulty of the entire topic, it's hard to find clear ground for some people.

However, even most of those who do not like you are at least civil with it. They'd never put you in any danger.

Most of them, that is.

No one knows how it happens, or why- you've been playing around in the sand one moment, and in the next, you're gone, and some staff is screaming for help as she watches you be taken underneath the water's surface, body being carried away from the shore. When the members see what's happening, most are frozen in shock-

All but Jungkook, who barely remembers to put his phone down before he runs as fast as he can, uncaring of his clothes or makeup or anything as he dives in to swim for your by now unmoving body. Your eyes are closed as he carries you back, and everyone gathers in shock as they watch the maknae drop you a little harshly to the sand on shore, hands on your chest on pure instinct as he begins to pump your chest.

It's quiet except for some quiet whimpers from a female staff that's in shock, while the rest can't help but watch the scene in horror- a manager in the background on the phone, having dialed for an ambulance. He walks closer to Jungkook and puts the respindeming agent on speaker to instruct the idol on what to do, as he follows every task and word that reaches him.

He doesn't cry. There's nothing to be seen on his face other than determination.

"Come on..!" He grits out between his teeth as he goes in again after trying to help you breathe, hands pressing down hard on your ribcage. He's felt something odd earlier, but he can't seem to think about it in the rush of adrenaline, only goal in his mind is get you to do something.

Everyone else on the sidelines is in different moods.

Taheyuhg is angrily trying to find the person who neglected to watch you, Hoseok joining the talk equally as riled up. Namjoon is pacing with his head in his hands while Yoongi can only watch in horror as your body just fails to respond to anything on its own- only moving from the constant efforts of his bandmate to Revive you. Jimin is silently at his side, unable to really figure out how to help. And Seokjin is at the maknae's side, trying to help, but too scared to do anything.

"Come-!" Jungkook keeps cursing, panic slowly boiling in his veins. "-back!" He continues. The paramedics arrive finally, letting Jungkook keep doing what he does as to not interrupt any efforts in keeping your heart beating, though they do set up several things in order to help.

Only now, as he watches the man in official uniforms tend to you as well, does it hit Yoongi. You're technically dead right now. Your heart isn't beating. You're not alive.

You're gone.

And suddenly you're moving, jin instantly helping you to your side where you splutter out the water that wasn't invited into your lungs in the first place. It's desperate, the way you try and get all the liquid out, coughing harshly in a desperate attempt to breathe again. "Keep going, it's okay.." one of the paramedics soothes you as you keep coughing, all while Jungkook drops to his heels, breathing heavily from the effort, clothes clinging to him from the wet seawater. "There we go, good job!" The official responders praise, Jins hand on your back as you finally take your first breaths again, tears continuisly falling.

He's never seen you like this; pupils blown wide, no clear emotion on your face, entirely on survival mode. You're shaking, trembling, and he worries.

"Its normal, especially for hybrids. Let's put that on here alright? You can lay back down honey, there we go.." the paramedic effortlessly instructs as you lay back down in the sand, Jungkook carefully lifting your head to lay on his thigh.

Even for him, the situation truly hits right now.

"You did a wonderful job. Both of you." The man tells the idol and you equally, as your tail begins to weakly wag, earning some exhausted and relieved sighs and sounds from all staff and the other members. "Well take her in, just to be safe. She inhaled a lot of water and that can give a high risk for pneumonia." The medic explains, and Jungkook nods.

"I'll go with her." He says as if it's the most obvious thing.

"Are you sure?" Jin asks, and Jungkook nods- again, as if it's the most clear thing in the world.

"Yeah!- yeah, someone's got to stay with her. I- I'm done shooting my stuff anyway-.. yeah. I'll, I'll stay with her." He rambles, eyes looking at nothing before he seems to snap out of it. "Right princess? I'll be right by your side, I won't leave." He reassures you, instinctively aware that you have a fear of hospitals. "I won't leave.." he mumbles, more or less to himself and you, but maybe also to soothe himself.

He's running on autopilot, but for now, they all let him.

Yoongi excuses himself from the crowd to cry to himself for a little as the situation crashes over him- Jimin offering silent support to him as he slowly controls himself again.

Both Taehyung and Hoseok talk to management about the staff that neglected your supervision, but they'll both break down later tonight back at their homes, when realization hits.

It'll be fine.

You won't leave.

[luv4fandoms]

I saw you were looking for a Christmas prompt and I had an idea (you don't have to take it of you don't like it or if you're just feeling finding one you like it by yourself :]) :

If I'm not mistaken it doesn't snow in California right? Let's say that Laddie really wanted to have a snowy Christmas but can't have it, bc there's no snow, and Dwayne buys steals a couple of artificial snow and convince the boys to fly for a little a while spraying "snow" to make Laddie happy, if he happens to ask how is it snowing in California reader would simply say

-Have I ever told you that I'm a witch, kiddo?

-No way! Seriously?

-Yep

-Awesome! I have a vampire and witch parents!

Ok but I swear I just died from the cuteness of this idea!! I had to write it immediately! Laddie deserves snow! As someone who is from Florida and has also never seen snow in her life I know where Laddie is coming from.

🦇🦇🦇🦇

Santa brought us snow! (DwayneXFem!ReaderX Laddie)

Word count: 1,739

Pairing: DwayneXFem!Reader (Romantic) Laddie Fem!Reader (Maternal)

Warnings: Absolute pure fluff!

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

Ko-Fi

You watched as the young boy sighed yet again at the images that hung in the shops, depictions of snow covered houses and roads, cars carrying freshly cut trees and children having snowball fights. Yes these Thomas Kinkade-esk paintings were lovely, but impossible, at least where you were. The lively town of Santa Carla was known for many things, the pier and boardwalk, the runaways, the drifters, the shady passer-throughs, the missing people, and being the murder capital of the world…But what it wasn't known for…Was snow…that was California for you. You were very much used to it, having come from Florida, you had never seen the joyous fluffy powder that caused kids to lose their minds and adults to bundle up around the fireplace. But you were in fact, one of those adults, and Laddie wanted to be one of those kids. 

"I really wish it snowed here" he pouted as the two of you walked along the boardwalk, the boys currently out hunting. 

"Christmas is supposed to look like that" he stated, pointing at another image. 

"But it's never like that here, it's just like every other day"

"But with presents" 

"But with presents," he giggled.

"I know sweetie, if it makes you feel any better, I've never seen snow either" you told him.

"Really?" 

"Nope, it was always too hot where I lived in Florida to snow. I've never had a white Christmas either" you explained, watching as the boy looked back at the image.

"I wish Santa would bring snow this year, for both of us" he stated, and you swore your heart melted. Laddie was such a sweet and gentle child, you wanted to give him the world…and if it was snow he wanted, dang it he was gonna get it…You just had to figure out how.

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"So you want to make it snow for Christmas?" Dwayne asked after you had pitched the idea to him once they returned, Laddie off with Paul and Marko on rides.

"I want to figure out some way, he deserves to feel that sort of Christmas magic" you explained, watching Dwayne give you a small smile as he leaned over the table, taking one of your fries.

"And how do you purpose we do that Princess?" 

"That's where I'm stuck. I know back home, Disney does this thing called snoap, where it's this soap mixture that shoots out of these box things that looks like snow. But I'm not sure what the mixture is" you explained, watching him nod.

"If we found one of those big snow machines to…borrow for a bit that might work, but they are loud, he'd know where the snow was coming from" you added.

"I know there is also a mixture of baking soda and water you can make for fake snow. Or powder that you just add water to that makes fake snow…I'm not sure" you sighed.

"You just want him to have a good Christmas…A memorable one" he smiled.

"Exactly! I'm used to never having seen snow by now. But I know how badly I wanted to see it when I was his age. It was never the same type of Christmas in Florida that you saw plastered everywhere. Now snow, no fireplaces for Santa to climb down to put presents under the tree"

"I still don't see how we teach our kids that a man breaking into your house is ok as long as he has gifts" 

"That's not the point" you laughed, though he was right, it was an odd concept.

"I want to give him that moment that, maybe, Christmas can be magical wherever you are" you explained, saddened by the thought that maybe you wouldn't be able to. But Dwayne just took your hand in his and gave you a soft smile.

"We'll figure something out"

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"Are you sure this will work?" You giggled, looking at the machines that each of the boys held, they honestly looked like some sort of large leaf blower but there were slots on the back end for a large chunk of ice, chunks of ice that the boys had somehow acquired an overabundance of. It had been a couple nights since you had pitched the idea to Dwayne, both of you trying to figure out how to bring it to life, this seemed to be his solution.

"We overheard the guys saying these were the latest and greatest for the snow park places" Paul stated while patting the machine he was holding.

"We already did a test run, you should have seen how confused the couples on the beach were" Marko laughed.

"Oh my God is that snow?!" Paul mimicked a woman's voice while looking over at Marko.

"It can't be, it doesn't fuckin snow in California!" Marko replied, deepening his voice.

"Then what is it?! What if it's poison! I'm getting out of here!" Paul finished in the high pitched voice before they both laughed. You could truly picture these two flying over random couples to terrorize them, safely hidden by the clouds.

"Well I'm glad they bring joy to everyone" you laughed. 

"So how do you purpose we do this?" David asked, looking at you and Dwayne.

"This is your son after all," he added. Even after this much time that still made your heart warm…Your son. Dwayne had treated Laddie like a little brother until you came along, the little boy soon growing attached to you, and when you and Dwayne made it official it didn't take long for the boy to ask if you could be his parents, a question you happily said yes to. 

"We'll wait just a bit for it to get cloudy, then we'll take off. The ice is hidden far enough away so even when we have to get more he'll never know. Y/N you bring the rock box out and turn it up as loud as it can go to cover up any noises from these" Dwayne explained while lifting the machine slightly.

"Sounds like a plan" Paul smiled, Marko and David nodding along.

"Thank you for doing this" you told them all with a smile, you really were beyond thankful to them for helping you give Laddie a Christmas to remember.

"You don't have to thank us Sorella, we want Laddie to be happy too" Marko spoke while sitting down his machine.

"Yeah! Every kid should have at least one magical Christmas!" Paul smiled excitedly.

"And if we can provide that, then we will" David finished, a small smile on his face.

"Now you better go get ready" he added while looking over at the cave.

"Ok, I'll go get everything, be out in ten?" You asked, watching as they all nodded, the clouds overhead becoming denser.

"We'll see you then" Dwayne smiled, leaning down to give you a kiss before you made your way back inside. 

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You and Laddie finished wrapping the last of the gifts for the boys, knowing that tomorrow night you would be watching the boy happily hand them to everyone. You secretly checked your watch for what felt like the hundredth time, before realizing it had been ten minutes already. 

"Ok! So now that we got that done, wanna go outside? We can bring the rock box" you smiled.

"Can we bring your Christmas cassette?!" He asked excitedly.

"Of course!" You nodded, standing up and grabbing the boom box and desired cassette tape. Before the both of you made your way up the stairs.

"Why are we going outside to listen to music though?" He asked once you both got out of the cave.

"Well…I heard that something magical was gonna happen tonight" you smiled, sitting down with him and putting the cassette in, turning the volume all the way up, the boy's cue.

"Magical?" Laddie asked while looking over at you.

"Yup, but we gotta watch for it" you nodded towards the sky, and you both turned to look at the clouds, Laddie very confused, while you were trying to hide your smile. Soon enough you saw the first few specks, and then a few turned into more, until it was slowly drifting down onto the two of you, the wind catching it slightly as it blew it around, making it look even more magical.

"IS THAT?!?" Laddie asked excitedly, jumping up from his spot as he jumped up to catch the cold flakes in his hands.

"IT'S SNOWING! SANTA BROUGHT US SNOW!!" He yelled, and you couldn't help but smile and laugh along with his excitement, you had to quickly blink back the tears as he jumped around, the white flakes landing delicately in his hair and on his jacket, his face upturned as he cheered. It was such a beautiful sight, a pure joy that you rarely feel once you reach adulthood, that childlike joy when you feel like the whole world is magic, and nothing can go wrong. You wanted to capture that joy and let him bask in it forever, never having to worry about anything. It was only the sound of his voice that brought you out of your thoughts.

"I don't understand though, I thought it didn't snow here" he asked while looking over at you, shaking his head to cast off some of the still falling flakes.

"Wanna know a secret?" You asked with a smile, watching him nod.

"Have I ever told you that I'm a witch Sweetie?" You smiled, as his eyes went wide, an expression of pure shock crossing his face.

"No way! Seriously?!" He asked running up to you.

"Yup" you nodded from your sitting position.

"Awesome! I have a vampire and a witch for parents!" He cheered into the night, and you knew that Dwayne was smiling too if he heard that, both of you watching Laddie play in the snow that had gathered on the ground, before running over to you with two big handfuls and throwing it in the air above you.

"Wanna have a snowball fight?" You asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" He cheered before hugging you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.

"You're the best mom, I love you"

"I love you too sweetie" you smiled while hugging him back, giving him a quick kiss as well.

"Snowball fight!" He shouted before running off a bit to grab some snow, and you swore that over the sounds of Christmas music, you could hear four different laughs.