#*waits for them all to block me rather than change dates*

[yooniesim]

So of the people that paywalled Halloween/Simblreen content to Oct 30th or into November or later, so far we have:

@solistair (Nov 15th)

@serenity-cc (changed date from Oct 30th to Oct 25th when criticized) 

@caio-cc (changed date from Oct 30th to Oct 25th when criticized)

@regina-raven (changed date from Nov 15th to Oct 31st and then Oct 30th when criticized)

@simcelebrity00 (Nov 1st)

@/greenllamas (Oct 31st - can’t tag since blocked)

@joliebean (Oct 31st)

@nerinsims (Nov 9th)

@jius-sims (unknown - presumably around Nov 13th based on when it was posted to patreon 2 days ago)

@cloudcat (released another Halloween themed cc for free when criticized, not the original set which still releases Nov 10th)

@astya96cc (Nov 16th)

@yaya-maya-sims (no date, exclusive)

@elfdor (no date, exclusive)

@hydrangeachainsaw (no date, exclusive)

Feel free to add any others! I can’t even see the dates of release for some, so I have to assume they’re exclusive. Also acknowledged those that changed the dates prior to this post, so I’ll update it if others change too.

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[bloodwrittenballad]

Sweet And Sinful Surprise | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: In which you finally get to show Bradley the nipple piercings you got in secret while he was gone on deployment… and lets just say he really fucking likes them

Warnings: Smut, bradley “pussy eating champ” bradshaw, lots of boob love, swearing, praise, soft but also kinda rough sex. just roo lovin on his lady. 18+ ONLY, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS GET BLOCKED!!! as always, feedback is appreciated. also, writing this made me want to get my nipples pierced more than I already did before

Looking at the clock hung above the kitchen sink, you smiled as you read it was almost six thirty. Almost there, you thought with much anticipation. Any minute now, and Bradley would come tumbling through the door of your shared home.

You couldn’t wait.

It’s been six months since you last saw Bradley, you missed him dearly. Deployments were always hard on both of you, this one being no different as you longed to see each other again. Six months of not seeing him, kissing him, touching him… That was painful.

You always tried your best to keep yourself occupied and useful when he was gone, using the time you weren’t at work or running errands to try out new recipes and perfect them, starting up new hobbies - only to abandon them shorty after - you even had a habit of changing up your appearance every once in a while as a little surprise for him.

This time was no different. Six months since you last seen Bradley, and six months since the best decision you’ve ever made - other than dating Bradley, of course. Getting your nipples pierced had been a spur of the moment kind of thing, but the idea had been there a while, you just never thought you’d actually go along with it.

However, a few days after Bradley left for deployment, you found yourself bored. How you came to the conclusion that getting your nipples pierced then was a good idea, you’re not sure. But in the end it turned out to be perfect, because now they were fully healed and ready to go for tonight.

Finishing the last few touches on the dinner you made for Bradley’s arrival, you sat the table and lit a few candles. Then you waited. It was a short time, but nonetheless it felt torturous. Finally, at seven on the dot, the sound of the front door opening and closing caught your attention. “Honey, I’m hoooome!” Bradley’s voice rang out.

A squeal ripped through you as you ran towards him, barely giving him enough time to drop his bags before flinging yourself into his arms. He caught you with ease, welcoming you into your embrace as he held you tight, kissing your head and savoring your scent.

“Missed you so much,” you mumbled against his chest. “Missed you too, baby.” He said, pulling away just enough to kiss you. You immediately returned the kiss, falling closer into him if that was even possible. He moaned, having missed the way your lips felt on his. “God, wanted to do that f’so long now.” Bradley spoke once the kiss was broken.

You smiled up at him, before pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and grabbing his hand. You led him to the kitchen, where the dinner you had made was set up on the table with wine glasses at the ready. “I made your favorite.” You whispered, hand still in his as you began leading him to the table. But before you could, Bradley was pulling you into your arms again.

“As much as that sounds and smells amazing, there’s something else I’d much rather eat right now.” His lips nipped at the skin of your neck, causing you to gasp. “Bradley Bradshaw! I go through all the trouble of making you a nice dinner for your welcome home and all you can think about is sex?” You laughed.

“Cant help it, baby. Been thinking ‘bout that pretty little pussy and how much I couldn’t wait until it was mine again.” Warmth and wetness immediately began to pool at his words, you moaned. “So, what do you say? Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

Without much to think on, you said; “fuck it, dinner can wait. Wanna show you something anyways.”

“Oh?” Bradley spoke, clearly intrigued as he slowly backed the two of you into the bedroom. “Uh huh, but you’re just gonna have to wait and see.” With that, the two of you found yourselves in a messy make out. You sat on his lap, hands in his hair while his hands roamed your body, both of you grinding and whining and needing more.

“Clothes. Off. Now.” You said throughout kisses, only breaking apart when Bradley disposed of his shirt. The tan skin immediately had your attention as you palmed against his muscular torso. His pants came off next, as did yours, leaving you both in your underwear. Well, almost.

Bradley bundled up the shirt you still wore in his fists, a small frown on his face. “No fair,” he said which caused you to smile and life. “That’s just apart of the surprise, baby. Gotta be patient.” Bradley groaned.

“Don’t wanna be patient, just wanna fuck my girlfriend.” He said, and you let out another small laugh before shaking your head and discarding the thin fabric. “Alright, there you go, you big baby.”

Now you were left in your bra, the lacy fabric you bought for tonight had Bradley’s eyes wide as he ogled the sight of your breasts. “Is that my surprise?” he asked, licking his lips and clearly liking what he saw. A smirk rose to your lips, “part of it.” you spoke, and his eyes somehow grew wider. “There’s more?” Asked Bradley, and instead of answering, you just slowly slipped the bra off and let it hit the floor.

As soon as it did and you were fully exposed, Bradley’s face soon resembled that of a kid on Christmas morning. He was stunned to pure amazement as he stared at you, more so at your breasts and the little piercings that adorned them.

“Holy shit,” was all he managed. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You asked, knowing he did but also feeling slightly nervous that there was a small possibility he didn’t. But before you could let any other thought like that pass, Bradley asked;

“Can I touch them?” His hands were laying flat on the bed, but you could see them twitching with desperation and need. “Yeah, baby. You can touch them.” Without needing anymore permission, Bradley’s hands reached up to grab at your chest.

The second his rough and calloused hands met your skin, you moaned. It was a delightful feeling, and he was being so gentle, but you needed more. Reaching up with your own hand, you helped guide his. “You can be more rough, baby. It’s okay. See, like this.” With your help, Bradley’s hands tightened their grip.

“God, s’hot. Fuck, you’re amazing.” Bradley praised, eyes still wide in amazement as he looked up from your chest and into your eyes. You smiled, kissing him lightly. He stayed like that for a while, kissing you while playing with your breasts and really getting a feel for his favorite new addition to your body, while you slowly grinded against him.

Your moans and his hums of fascination were the only noise going on in the room, before Bradley asked once more that night; “can I put them in my mouth?” The outright neediness and desperation in his voice had you moaning even more as you nodded.

And, just like that, he wasted no time.

“Fuuuuuck baby,” Bradley groaned against the skin of your exposed chest, his breath hot against you he took one of them into his mouth and kneaded the other. His free hand worked on your nipple with expertise, flicking and pinching the hardened flesh gently. Meanwhile, the one in his mouth was getting sucked and tugged on gently by his teeth. Moans and pleas left your lips in a prayer, worshiping him like he was a god and he was blessing you with his skilled touches.

“Love these tits so much, so big and pretty. All mine.” The praise made you light headed, his words going through you like helium as he lifted you with filthy sweet nothings. “And these piercings,” Bradley’s tongue flicked the one on your left breast, soon moving to the right. “So fucking sexy, baby girl.”

He continued showering you with love, paying the most attention to your sensitive nipples, as he kissed down the valley of your breasts to the warm skin of your stomach before finally reaching the inside of your thighs. He lifted your legs over his shoulders, situating himself between them and getting more than comfortable.

His lips left fluttering kisses up and down your legs, the rough feeling of his mustache making you hotter and wetter as each second passed. “Oh, god, baby. Bradley, fuck, need you so bad!” you moaned, begs and whimpers you couldn’t hold back ringing out in the room as Bradley moved back up to your thighs.

He kissed and sucked at the gentle skin, nose bumping against your clit. Your back arched, every nerve on fire the closer he got to the place you so desperately needed to be touched. “Can’t wait to eat this sweet little pussy, been thinking about it nonstop ever since I left.” Bradley said in mumbles, you whined at the confession. “Then stop wasting time and start doing,” you cooed in great anticipation

Bradley smirked against your thighs, loving the way they clenched around his head. “Yes ma’am,” he grinned. With that, he was pulling down your panties. His tongue flattened against your now exposed pussy, sending a flurry of wonderful sensations all throughout you. Bradley ate you like a man starved, mouth never stopping it’s delightful pace as he licked and sucked at your puffy clit.

“Tastes so good, babygirl. So sweet, fuckin needed this.” He complimented, never faltering in how well he lapped at your juices. And you, god you were the picture of perfection. How you moaned so pretty, face twisted in pleasure while your back arched and your breasts bounced when you did so. “Need more,” you cried out. His fingers were one of the only things on your mind, had been for months. You craved them

“Whatcha need, sweet girl?” Bradley asked you, his eyes capturing yours as he looked up from between your thighs. “Your fingers!” you moaned, breathless and needy. “Where do you want ‘em?” he asked, a smirk on his face. Because he knew. He knew exactly what you wanted, but he wanted to hear it. Hear the desperation in your voice as you begged him to fuck you with his thick fingers. “In-inside! Please!” you mewed.

“Anything for you,” he promised. It was like pure, hot electricity. The way he began with his fingers sliding up and down your slit, collecting your slick and rubbing it around, before slowly beginning to sink his fingers inside you with ease. “God, fuck, so tight.” He groaned, loving the way your walls welcomed him in with warmth and how they squeezed around his fingers.

“Fuck, yeah, Brad. That’s it, right there!” crying out in untamed ecstasy, when his fingers curled into you and he quickened his pace. “You’re close,” he noted. Bradley knew you like the back of his hand, the telltale signs of your appending orgasm were easy to spot. Sometimes he knew you were close before you did, and right now, he was on the bullseye.

Your breathing was labored, eyes blown out and wide, skin glowing. You were about to let go at any second, right onto his fingers and tongue. Latching himself to your clit, he sucked hard while his fingers went fast. And then… stars. Beautiful, bright stars danced in your vision as you came.

“Christ, babygirl!” Bradley chuckled, hand lightly slapping the inside of your thigh. Dazed and still coming down from your orgasm, you managed to lift your head with a small, “huh?” Looking at Bradley through half lidded, heavy eyes you couldn’t stop the heat that rose to your cheeks once you saw what made him laugh. He was soaking wet.

His face down to his chest was covered in your juices, the shiny sight of him making you clench with need at the proud look on his face. “You made quite a mess, baby.” He teased, licking his lips and savoring the taste. You let out a breathy moan, watching as he stood before you, tall and covered in you.

Bradley only continued to smirk down at you, loving the way your eyes filtered around his body with eyes that grew more and more in desperation. “Like what you see, darling?” He asked, knowing damn well that you did. You nodded, so fast you almost gave yourself whiplash. “S’much, Bradley. Look s’sexy like that, covered in my cum. Wanna be covered in yours next!” You whined. “That can most certainly be arranged,” Bradley spoke, before climbing ontop of you.

His lips caught yours once more that evening, both of your hands roaming the others body as you two moaned. “Want your cock, Bradley. Need it so bad, need to feel it inside of me.” And God, if he wasn’t already rock hard, he would be now just from hearing you say that. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get it. Imma give it t’ya now.” He promised, his lips on your neck while he did so. “Spread your legs f’me. That’s it, keep those pretty little thighs open, just like that.”

He was so gentle in the way he positioned himself in between your thighs once more, this time with his cock as he slowly parted your lips to gather your wetness. Then, he sunk in with one fell swoop.

Both of you groaned at the contact, Bradley slowly fucking your and filling you with a pleasure so delicious. You threw your head back on the pillow, eyes shut tight as he began to speed up his pace. Wrapping your legs around his waste so there was so space in between, his balls hitting your clit with passionate force. Now it was Bradley’s turn to throw his head back, moaning and cursing at the way you clenched around his cock. “Such a good pussy, such a good girl. How did I ever get this lucky?” He asked, looking down at you with so much love.

Needing to kiss you, he gently scooped you up into his arms so you were now chest to chest. The cold prick of metal on his skin from your piercings felt so good, digging into him as he kissed you. Your heavy breathing was swallowed by his tongue going into your mouth, your nails scratching down his back when he pounded into you. Both of you were so close, it could be told by the messy kissing and the way your pussy squeezed him tightly.

“Close,” was all you managed to get out. Bradley nodded, “me too, baby. Me too.” He gritted out, and you held onto him as tight as possible. “Want you to. come on my tits.” You mumbled against his neck, not missing the shudder that tore through him at your words. He quickened his pace, coasting you through your orgasm that left you buzzing, before quickly pulling out to his expel his own release.

He gently laid you back down on the bed, giving himself a few pumps with his hand before hit hot and sticky cum hit your chest. He watched in amazement at the mess, your perky nipples now painted white.

Your fingers came up to your breasts, swirling the cum around your nipples and chest before popping them into your mouth. Bradley watched with bated breath as you sucked on your own fingers, seemingly savoring every last drop before you released your fingers from your swollen lips with a pop. “Jesus christ,” Bradley swore. “Now that, is what I call a welcome home.”

[luxaofhesperides]

For the ghostlights drabbles!! Slow dancing + aged up? Maybe it’s their wedding, maybe they’re just having a slow night, maybe it’s an all-Wayne’s-must-show-up gala event and Danny tagged along but I’m just thinkin like. Older Danny and Duke so in love with each other everything else just. Fades away

Danny’s been fidgeting all day. 

He can’t help it, being so full of restless energy that he has to keep moving somehow. It’s enough to be noticeable, and though Duke gave him a curious look, he didn’t push when Danny insisted he was fine. 

It’s just that he’s hyper-aware of the small box tucked away in his pocket. And judging by the excited, gleeful looks on the other Bats faces when he had lunch with them, they are also aware of his plans to propose. He just hopes Duke doesn’t have his suspicions so he can surprise his boyfriend properly.

Throughout their walk through Robinson Park, as Duke had wanted for their weekly date, Danny keeps brushing his hand against his pocket, thoughts drifting as he wonders when he should ask, how everyone would react, how difficult wedding planning would be…

“Seriously, are you okay?” Duke asks, pulling Danny to the side where a few trees hide them from view. “You’ve been distracted all day.”

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine. Really.”

“Sweetheart, you know you can tell me anything.”

Danny looks at him, takes in the sincerity of his words, the softness in his gaze, and smiles. He can’t help but pull Duke closer by his collar, leaning down a bit to kiss him. “I know,” he whispers against Duke’s lips. “I promise everything’s fine.”

“What’s on your mind?”

“It’s a secret,” Danny says, a giddy grin spreading across his face. “But I’ll tell you soon. Very, very soon.”

Duke looks into his eyes, gauging how honest he’s being, then nods. “Alright. Take all the time you need, honey. I can wait forever for you.” He presses a kiss to the corner of Danny’s mouth, then pulls away, taking hold of Danny’s hand. “Ready to head back home?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Danny squeezes Duke’s hand and follows after him as he begins walking, wondering how he got so lucky with the sweetest, bravest, most considerate person to be his boyfriend. And more, hopefully. He really wants to keep Duke forever. He wants Duke to keep him, too.

He considers proposing right then and there, too full of nerves to survive keeping it secret for another few hours, but the park isn’t empty and he knows Duke wants something more private. So he lets Duke lead them home, their steps falling in sync as they make their way to the streets. 

Gotham is as busy as ever, full of noise and people as everyone goes about their day, trying to get from this place to that. But with Duke, everything feels quiet, as if the rest of the world can’t touch them when they’re together. He rarely ever feels so comfortable in silence, but like in most matters, Duke is the exception.

Danny swings their hands between them as they walk the few blocks to their apartment, heart filled with so much love he doesn’t know what to do with himself. So much has changed over the years; Danny is barely recognizable as the fourteen year old who just had a lab accident and took on the responsibility of protecting Amity Park. He was smaller, then, and struggling to figure out a way forward when everything seemed determined to ruin him. 

At some points, he didn’t think he had much a future at all. His parents had found out that he was Phantom, and rather than attacking him, they were heartbroken to know that he had died so young and they never noticed. His parents have never stopped seeing him as a dead kid since, always grieving him and too guilty to really see who he is now. He hopes inviting them to the wedding won’t be a mistake, because he does want them there so they can see how happy he is. 

He can hardly believe that it’s been nearly eight years since he met Duke. They had gotten together after being friends for a year, working together to handle any ghosts who needed help or were causing trouble in Gotham, and helped each other through college and getting their first jobs. 

Duke has been with him for most of his happiest memories. He had been by his side through so many milestones and and quiet moments. 

If there’s a life for him without Duke, he doesn’t want to live it.

So overwhelmed by his feelings, Danny can’t help but cling to Duke, wrapping him up in a hug as soon as they step into the elevator of their apartment building. Duke doesn’t ask any questions, just holds him gently and helps walk him to their door, making sure he doesn’t trip. 

Danny hears the key slide into the lock. The door opens a moment later, and then Duke is slipping out of his arms, kneeling to help Danny out of his shoes at the entryway. 

It’s little things like this that make Danny feel like his heart is going to burst. Duke loves in such quiet, gentle actions. 

“I’m going to go change real quick,” Duke says as he takes off his own shoes. “What do you want for dinner?”

“We have garlic soy sauce pasta in the freezer.”

“Sounds good. I’ll be back in a minute.”

He heads off to their bedroom, already stripping out of his shirt to change into more comfortable clothing, which tends to be either sweatpants or pajamas. Danny goes to the kitchen, pulling the pasta bag out of the freeze and setting it on the counter to thaw a bit. 

He bites his lip, thinking, then pulls out his phone and texts Barbara.

caspar: hey babs, are there any cameras in our apartment that you can hack?

big brother: Only at the front door and windows. Why?

caspar: can you hack my phone and record a video for me? i’m going to propose to duke tonight

big brother: Danny! Yes of course I can!! 

caspar: thanks babs :) pls also send it out to everyone else tomorrow so we can have a quiet night in

big brother: You got it Danny. Can’t wait to share the news!! Go ahead and get your phone in a good place and I’ll be ready to start recording.

Danny sends her a quick thumbs up emoji, then glances around to find the perfect spot that wouldn’t look too suspicious. He settles on the dining table, which looks into the kitchen. The island isn’t in the way, thankfully, so as long as Danny stays in front of the counters that are in the camera’s sight, he should be able to get a good video of the proposal to send to everyone. 

Besides, he knows Duke loves collecting memories like these in every way he can. And while Danny considered asking Tim to stalk them with his camera to get good proposal photos, that would have meant proposing outside to ensure he got a good shot and Duke has never been into public proposals. 

He’s just set his phone up when Duke reappears, wearing gray sweatpants and a large dark blue sweater, knit by Jason a few years ago. 

He looks so soft and comfortable that Danny can’t be blamed for falling onto Duke for another hug, burying his face in his shoulder. 

“Hey, there, honey,” Duke laughs. “You sure you’re feeling alright? You’ve been really clingy today. Not that I mind, or anything.”

Danny nods. “I just really love you.”

Duke kisses his temple, and Danny can feel his smile against his skin. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Dance with me?”

“Alright.”

They start to sway softly together, just moving side to side, then Duke brings out his phone to play a few quiet songs from one of their many playlists. He recognizes the song as coming from their ‘heart to heart’ playlist, because they very much are that cheesy couple that make playlists for each other and for every occasion. This one is for quiet nights together, full of soft love songs and ballads. 

With music to guide them, they start moving more, pulling apart to properly dance. They twirl in small circles, still swaying slowly as they dance, just happy to be together. 

Danny sinks into the comfort of this quiet joy, slow dancing in the kitchen with Duke for a few songs. He’s already looking forward to dancing together at their wedding.

Duke pulls up his hand to lead Danny in a spin, and Danny returns the favor.

Just as Duke begins to turn back around, Danny takes out the ring box from his pocket with his free hand and drops to one knee.

Duke completes his spin, smiling softly, then freezes when he sees Danny kneeling. 

“Duke,” Danny begins, and then Duke lets out a startled laugh, grinning wildly.

“Wait!” he says, “Wait, I can’t believe this. Do not move, Danny, I swear—” And then he’s turning and rushing away. Danny watches him, confused and just a little hurt, wondering what’s going on as he watches Duke move a few knick knacks on their shelf aside. He hides something in his hands, then returns to Danny and also drops to one knee.

He opens his hands to reveal a ring box. “I was going to propose later tonight,” he says, laughter in his voice, “But you beat me to it!”

Danny grins, elated, all but tackles Duke in a hug. “Oh my God,” he laughs, “I love you so much. More than anything.”

“I love you so, so much. Give me my ring, I can’t wait to marry you.”

Smiling so hard it hurts, Danny slips the ring onto Duke’s finger. Duke does the same for him, then lifts Danny’s hand to place a kiss against his knuckles. “I’ll love you for the rest of my life.”

“And I’ll love you beyond the rest of mine.”

He cups the back of Duke’s neck and kisses him sweetly. It doesn’t last long when neither of them can stop smiling, laughing together breathlessly.

“Come on,” Duke says, pulling Danny up to his feet. “I want to practice for our wedding dance.”

And Danny follows his lead, falling back into step with him, twirling slowly through the kitchen. He already can’t wait to be married to Duke.

. . .

[send me ghostlights prompts!]

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello amazing fandom :) I have been itching for this ep since the moment D sent me the ep description for it. I'm glad they didn't spoil much of this ep at all. I have a lot of feelings for this one so might be so mini LOL Off we go.

6x05 The Vow

Oh my lord starting out hot with a romantic dinner and a kiss. Also want to talk about they both light up when they see each other. Like they're still in that honeymoon phase somewhat. They’re both so happy to see each other I wanna die. haha Lucy of course has to question the gift. Saying gift giving is not his love language. Damn they cute. Tim saying he is trying to change things up. I’m squeeing and we’re like less than a minute in everyone.

Damnit he’s so romantic with what the gift is. It’s her radio from last week. Oh my word. Lucy is in awe of this man standing before her. Oh my goodness we get a second kiss I’m squeeing so hard. *screams into a pillow* A thank you kiss no less. Loving how he has his hand wrapped around her arm. Pulling her in close for both misses. You know I should've known this ep was going to hurt with getting two kisses within the span of 3 minutes and a cute ass moment to boot.

Like in a video game where they let you stumble upon a bunch of ammo right before a massive fight scene. You know shit is about to go down with them supplying you like that. How I felt with getting cuteness and two kisses right away. I am so excited Tamara has appeared. Wouldn’t be the return of her if she didn’t cock block them. Tim shaking his head too. Classic. Lucy telling her it’s ok. Also LOVING that they have a pre-planned date night. Be still my heart.

Tim gets his cryptic ass phone call and immediately takes off. Lucy looks crushed for a couple reasons. First that he can’t stay. She was clearly looking forward to a night with her man all day. Second the fact he's so short with her. Breaking my heart 'Just wait.' Her Tim radar is going OFFFF Lucy looks SHOOK with his hasty departure. Her heart just walked out the door and it shows.

Oh my word I knew It would be from his military past. The blind spot for the most part we have with his character. I was hoping it would be. The Tim fan girl in me is psyched af. I was thinking who is this Ray and why is Tim so spooked? Then we find out this dude killed their friends and there’s a promise.... Uhhhh the promise is to kill him? Uh Timothy, my love you are a cop….

Oh Lucy is anxious af without him. Ugh she knows something is wrong immediately. Knows this man too damn well. Side tangent about to start. I know some people complained how long it took for them to get together blah blah. BUT I wasn’t. These moments right here are exactly why.

The fact that the very second he took that call she knew deep in her gut something was wrong with him. That is not a connection you get with someone overnight. That is years worth of working together, leaning on each other, learning about one another and seeing each other through a lot of things together. That connection and instinct on someone is built over time.

The beautiful recipe they have now wasn’t ready till we got close to it in s4 and even then they still had some tweaking to do before we reached S5. That being said I love her missing him. My guess is other than 6x01 they’ve scarcely spent a night apart. Also her Tim radar is going bonkers right now. She looks so sick to her stomach when she hangs up.

Tim seeing Lucy’s call going off and not being able to answer. It's clearly killing him. We see him take a beat and a deep breath. Clearly doesn’t want to be here rather be there with her. Last thing he wanted was his date night interrupted. Also she is his ‘go to’ for pretty much everything. You know its actively tearing him up to not answer her.

Oh my he was called the 'Reaper'? Holy hell why is that so attractive? Everything with Tim usually is. But hot damn that being his nickname in the service? I am fanning myself. Idk if that's wrong but I am haha But it does give us insight to who he was in the service tbh. You don't get called 'The Reaper.' without good reason.... Why Greer thinks Tim is going soft on him.

I do love Tim reinforcing the law also very attractive oh my goodness. You tell ‘em love. I don’t love this guy guilting Tim into keeping this pact. He’s SOOOOO loyal he’s gonna keep to it. Even at his own detriment. The man shoulders SO MUCH he already doesn't need to. Ugh Tim saying they’ve built lives. Yes you have. With Lucy. The love of your life you walked away from tonight to be here right now. After this chat I knew this ep was going to hurt so good. I could feel it.

The jokes in the car are cute was hoping he’d ask Tim about Lucy. Sadly we didn't' get this. This whole situation makes me nervous af. God Tim looks extra fine in this episode street clothes on him are a wonder. A delicious one.

My god this list of crimes this guy has done sweet lord. Stole money. Called in an air strike on his own men when they came for him holy shit …Wasn't enough to bury in a shoe box.....fuck they both lied to get Ray’s wife and kid death benefits and if they bring him in it’s a problem.

Crap this is so bad Tim... Saying they’ll get fired from their current jobs and be dishonorably discharged from the service. I’m nervous…this isn’t a good situation. Also not surprised in the least he broke the rules to take care of someone. That empathy of his ran deep before it got buried by his Isabel trauma later on.

First off let me say Eric KILLED ME in this scene. I was tearing up at how tore up he is about all of this. Tim wanting to take the fall.... Damnit Timothy you have a life too. Don't fall on your sword my god imma cry. Tim’s integrity is one of his sexiest traits IMO. I too have a deep sense of integrity drives everyone I work with insane. He’s in tears saying he would arrest him. Oh my word. I'm crying again. Eric killing me softly holy hell. I'm so mad at Greer for putting that on him. I had a bad feeling about Greer the minute he guilted Tim into this side OP.

How dare you put that on my Tim. He already has so much on his soul. A chunk of it not even his fault. The man is a deeper empath than he gets credit for. He absorbs the feelings and pain of those around him and shoulders things he doesn't need to. I'm learning in therapy I do the same thing. My therapist told me one thing to be empathetic. It's another to feel responsible for other's feelings or the outcome of actions I've taken and how it affects others. I feel like Tim is the same way. He's such an empath he's taken that responsibility to the extreme and is carrying things he doesn't need to be.

I wanna hug him oh my god. His sigh when Greer left. My heart. I'm sure part of the reason he's hiding this from Lucy is the shame he feels. This man (Ray) stole half a million from the government then bombed his own people on his watch. Tim breaks the rules to make sure his widow and child are taken care of and its bites him in this ass. There is a reason he was/is so damn rigid as a cop. 'Rules matter boot.' His PTSD in a line. Anytime he has let his guard down and skirted the rules people have been injured (Mitch) or in this case killed. Ugh. My poor boy. The hitch in his breath like he couldn't breath that entire convo. I'm hurting so much for him in this episode.

Poor Lucy kept it together at work but lost it when he finally gets home. That look of hope when he walks through the door then instant anger. ‘Telling me you’re alive is not optional.’ Ugh she’s not wrong....I can only imagine what her anxiety was doing to her until he walked through that door. It's shown in her lines above. Her imagining him bleeding out somewhere.

She is not wrong it wasn't ok he didn't even tell her he was alive. I get why he didn't but he should've. Lucy straight confronting him. Asking him what the actual hell is going on with him? No one knows you better than her. You can't hide what you're going through. Tim of course wants to protect her from being fired and refuses to tell her what he's torn up about. Only alluding to it's serious enough if she knows she will be jeopardizing her standing at work.

Her saying 'Then what are you doing here?' God damn Lucy... telling it like it is. Holy hell. Poor Tim is so taken aback by her response. He breaks my heart when he says 'I came to see you.' Lucy has become his safe place. His comfort zone. So by default he came here to seek that comfort. She is home now and he came home. But she can’t comfort you when she doesn’t know what to comfort you for. This scene hurts to watch. Because he is DYING for her compassion, her warmth and just her. He is denied access because she is setting a boundary with this as she should. Tim needs to share the load with her. To tell her the truth. She is willing to risk her standing for him.

My god if she actually knew she would be kicking herself for how much he needs her right now. But she doesn't know so she sends him away. The tears in both their eyes His 'Understood'. Man is about to cry in front of her. I’m dying. Someone revive me. I’m dead and not in a good way. I’m crying. Eric and Melissa out here crushing it though. Gah Tim would rather blow them up and protect her than not ugh Timmmmmmm I get both sides of this. Tim thinks since this is pre-Lucy and could get her in trouble he needs to bear this alone. When she is begging him to let her share the load of this. Sending him away is her setting a boundary. That he needs to think not just of her but of them. To tackle things together. To stop protecting her.

They’re both hurting in this scene. But the issue at hand still is them only thinking in terms of 'Me' not us. Even though when one of them does this it’s to protect the other. That’s fine and dandy but when it come to them as a whole it’s a problem. Shit hits the fan they eject away thinking that’s the best course of action. It’s been an issue for some time this lack of communication. This is just bringing it to a head. They don’t think how can we tackle this together? They think how can I protect my person from this? Or protect their feelings by lying.

Also think that radio being in this scene was there for a reason. That radio is the representation of Lucy not telling Tim exactly how not ok she was in 6x04. She was so willing to pretend she was ok. And instead of leaning on him. Voicing that so they could tackle it together. She ran into the line of fire recklessly instead to prove herself worthy again. Almost killing herself in the process. Because she was in her head instead of communicating to Tim. These two gonna be death of me...

Wanna hug Lucy. She is desperate for any kind of help. So she reaches out to Nolan. John per usual is completely useless for her in a crisis. Man is as useful as using a fork to eat soup. These are the moments I miss Jackson for Lucy so much. He would’ve had a much better an answer. Then just ‘you're shit out of luck.’ That’s not enough damnit.

Nolan basically saying. "What are you gonna do?' with a shrug. If I could clock you John I would. I don't normally watch the preview for the next ep till I'm done assembling my thoughts. But with this one I couldn't wait. This is why Lucy goes to Angela next week about Tim instead. She needed a real grown up to help her with Tim.

We rejoin Lucy looking at her phone. Trying so damn hard not to reach out. To be the trusting girlfriend for her man. I know we're in a bad spot but Lucy calling Tim 'her man' gah yes please more of that. I am grateful for Tamara. She needs her right now since Nolan is useless af. Lucy is trying so very hard not to spiral out atm. She confronted him and it didn't go well. Lucy is feeling at a loss right now and rightfully so. I adore Tamara for making her laugh in this moment so very much.

The lesson's Tamara has learned is too damn cute. I loved it so much. Lucy needed this moment of levity and her pseudo daughter crushed it. We pan back to Tim also starting at his phone wanting to call. Ugh Tim what are you gonna do babe? You can’t kill him. Can’t turn him in. I feel sick lol Also once again amazing song to close it out. I watch the ep with my gaming headphones on. One because I love hearing Eric’s voice straight in my ears not gonna lie. Don’t judge me ha Also catch onto music more so with them on.

But back to the matter at hand…Now do I think they’re gonna break up cause he’s gonna protect her? I don’t. Their angst since they got together has always been productive. Is it gonna hurt like a son of a bitch before we get there? Yes.

My hope is this drives them to depend on one another more and not just straight protect each other at the detriment of the one they're ironically trying to protect. Better communication which has been an issue for some time. To learn to face these challenges not only head on but hand in hand while they do so. These are the types of things they need to learn before their relationship gets any more serious than it is tbh. So while this hurts like a lot it'll be good for them in the long run.

This season has EXCEEDED my expectations ten fold. If you aren't happy with this season idk what will make you happy tbh. I said the same thing about S5 as well. I cannot wait for next week. Which I am hoping is full of worried/feral Lucy and their reunion and growth from it. Phew feel free to comment any theories or thoughts on my first take thoughts I love them so. Also thank you everyone supporting these mini reviews you're amazing and makes the effort always worth it.

Side notes -non Chenford

Ok Aaron seeing his therapist at the bar excited for him I knew low key there would be something there.

Bailey and John seem so cold I know they’re on duty but even grey held his wife’s hand at the hospital…

Of course Smitty takes his break at a therapist office

Lucy’s joke about Celina omg LOL I'm impressed with such a solid joke when she was low key worried the love of her life was dying in a ditch somewhere...

Also clearly his therapist is a lying liar who lies but how can she not be? She's his therapist and WORK one at that. Be interesting to see how this unfolds.

[dazed--xx]

Unraveling Hearts

Member: Jeongin x AFAB! reader

Word count: 2.8K

Trigger warnings: Break up, mentions of cold expressions. Jeongin does grab reader by wrist and drag her somewhere. Suggestive kissing. Angst. Smartassery from Hyunjin. Anything else I couldn’t think of

A/N: oooffff a short little one shot for you sweetheart. It’s been a while since I wrote a 2k word post and tbh there was WAY more to this story than anticipated it used to be long af then I changed my mind and only added the ending to it instead. But damn I’m making moves lol I got One More time Episode 2 coming out in a couple days too and some little requests here and there but my requests are still open and I’m still going to be uploading Cardinal soon.

For you dear: @neteyamsmate4life

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You stood nervously in the lobby of your dorm; it was a little past 8 and Jeongin hadn’t called or texted you. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at your reflection in the window once more. You felt as if you looked ridiculous. Your hair wavy and framing your face, the pink crop top looked closer to a bra rather than a shirt. You thanked God your jeans and shoes matched with the shirt compared to the skirt your friend Hyeri wanted to put you in. You contemplated calling Jeongin as you made your way outside. You can remember the way he had invited you to this party. It was his insistence that you needed to take a break and relax. He’d promised to meet you outside your dorm at 8 yet, he was nowhere to be found. Disappointment fills you as you sit on the steps of your dorm. Watching the minutes pass by with tears streaming down your face as the time reaches 9pm.

Where the hell is he? Anger fills you as you dial Jeongin’s number only to be met with his voicemail laughing at you as you end the call and dialing the number once again. You chuckle to yourself “of course...” you feel your heart shatter as your messages go unanswered. You look around at the starry winter sky, the cold air kissing your tear-stained cheeks; letting out a heavy sigh you lift yourself from your he stair. Maybe he wasn’t really as excited about your first real date since your 6-month relationship began. You never kissed, or even spent any time alone together really. His friends were always around as he shared a house with them. How could he do this? On the one time he’d promised it would be just you two. And whilst yes you were supposed to be going to a party, he was the one that swore up and down it would be just him and you and he’d help you relax. All your excitement for anything was completely washed away at the sight of your phone screaming at you that Jeongin was 2 hours late. It was 10pm and you give up. “Y/N!” You hear calling from behind you as your about to pull the dorm door open. Shaking your head in disbelief you reswipe your keycard and pull the door open “Y/N! Wait, I can explain!” Jeongin calls panic filling his tone as you feel a hand wrap around your wrist. “I’m sorry I’m late Jisung needed me to—2 Hours…” you cut him off as you turn to glare at him. Your anger almost subsiding at the guilty look plastered on his face. “You’re 2 hours late, Jeongin” you state your tone devoid of any emotion. “I know! I’m sorry Jisung really needed my—your help? Don’t worry Jeongin it’s fine it’s not like I expected anything less…” you brush him off as you try to make your way inside, Jeongin’s hand placing itself on the doorway blocking your entry. You scowl at the usually stoic boy only to be met with apologetic pleading eyes and a pout to match. “I’m really sorry, you know how it can be with the guys. I really didn’t mean to be so late. I wanted to go—I still want to go” He pleads grasping your hands. You shake your head in response no words able to find their way out.

You didn’t know what to say. How much more did you have to sacrifice for his friends? While you loved the other guys, this was supposed to be your first time alone with your boyfriend and somehow his friend became a priority once again. “Fine! We don’t have to go to the party, we can go to my place. The guys went to the party we can hang out” he suggests.

“Jeongin I just want to go to bed…”

“Please, I just want to be with you right now. I’ll come with you a-and hang out with you.”

“Jeongin, I don’t want to be around you right now” you could see his resolve break at your words. A whimper releasing itself from his throat. “I know I don’t have a right to ask you to dedicate your time to me when I couldn’t do the same for you but I’m here now I really just want to fix this please let me…” you could tell by his tone he felt terrible, yet you couldn’t stop thinking “when will I ever come first with you?” You think out loud. His eyes widen, his mouth hanging open as he searches for an answer. He could see where this was going, his breathing became erratic as he searched for a glimpse of mercy in your eyes “Y/N I-I’m s—I don’t think we should see each other anymore” you cut him off, shoving your way past him. The cracks that formed in his heart at your tear-stained face now crumbling. “W-what?!” Tears fill his eyes, as you put distance between you two. “Let’s break up” you state matter of factly. Your words send him into a panic “wait! This isn’t—y-you can’t just—I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, I don’t want to break up I can make it up to you” he begs his arms wrapping themselves around your waist pulling you into his frame as he buries his face in your hair “don’t. Don’t go. I don’t want this I want to be with you I want you I’m sorry please I can change I can fix this.”

“I’m sorry Jeongin, I can’t be with someone that continuously puts me on the back burner. I can’t keep questioning if you’re even attracted to me. I love you Jeongin but I can’t keep lying to myself anymore” before you pull yourself away from him and make your way inside ignoring Jeongin’s tear filled calls of your name.

*RING*

“We’ll if I can say anything about Jeongin.” Your friend Sumin chuckles “he sure is persistent” she declines his call on your phone as she fixes her mascara. You roll your eyes at her as you pull your shirt on; grabbing your phone from her hand, lifting your bag from the chair behind her “let’s not say anything about him” pulling open your door you gesture her into the hallway. “We have to go off campus to meet Hyeri you wanna take the bus?” You ask changing the subject as you lock the door behind you. “Where were we meeting her again?” She questioned as you made your way toward the stairs. Smiling my at the friendly hellos you receive as you trudge through lobby. Coming to the front door you freeze as Jeongin’s plea rang through your ears.

‘I’m sorry’

Why’d you react the way you did?

‘I’m really sorry.’

Why couldn’t he just have shown up on time?

‘Please I can change.’

Why couldn’t you believe him?

‘I don’t want this...’

Did you?

It’s been 3 days since your breakup with Jeongin and yet, you couldn’t find yourself ready to face the world yet. Like somehow going outside would be finding closure or putting the last nail in the coffin of your relationship. You couldn’t comprehend your actions that night; you did not understand why you questioned him the way you did. “You, okay?” Sumin’s voice laced through your ears cutting off your thoughts. You nod despondently before shoving your way out the door. “Hyeri wants us to meet her at some cat café that just opened downtown before the movie” you state as the crisp air kissed your cheeks. You hear Sumin’s phone going off with multiple notifications “ahh, good to know I’m not the only one that knows someone so…persistent” you tease bumping your shoulder with hers. She rolls her eyes “shut up” she groans “he won’t leave me alone. Remember that guy I was hooking up with a couple weeks ago?” You nod not wanting to engage in that memory “well a one-night stand turned into multiple until I found out he has a girlfriend last night at the party…Why are guys so annoying?” She questions behind a pout. “I don’t know if I did, I wouldn’t be single right now” you groan. The two of you walked in silence, lost in the thought of a broken heart.

Your feet felt like cinderblocks as you stared at nothing but the road. Where could things have gone differently? You could have definitely taken the initiative at least once, but what good would it have done? Jeongin still would have kept you at arm's length and prioritized his friends. Your pulled out of your thoughts as you collide with a firm frame. Your body tumbling back as you land on the road. A firm scowl sat on your face as you go to reprimand the person only to come face to face with an unamused smirk. He nods to you before making his way past you, “Y/N, you, okay?” Sumin calls as she helps you to your feet. “I’m fine...” you shrug. “I’m sorry would work you know, Hyunjin!” Sumin scolds making the boy halt and turn to glare at her. “I’m not the one that wasn’t paying attention” he challenges “it’s not my problem nor my responsibility to apologize” she glares at him “You—it’s fine I’m sorry Hyunjin-ssi” you cut her off as you bow and pull her away, freezing as Hyunjin sneers “so formal now. Why are you acting like you don’t know me? What? You dump Jeongin so you dump all of us? Is that how it works now…... interesting” you stare at him pulling his phone out as he walks away.

“What’s his problem? Is he always such a dick?” Sumin growls beside you glaring back in the direction Hyunjin had walked off to. “No..”you shrug “he’s actually one of the nicest out of all of them” waving off his attitude. Shaking your head at the encounter you encourage your friend to let it go and forget about his behavior. Anxiety hits you like a ton of bricks as the familiar shops come into view. Why didn’t your run in with Hyunjin give you heed? You were near Jeongin’s place. Dammit Hyeri you mentally curse her, ignoring Sumin’s ranting about Hyunjin and the nerve of someone to be so hot yet so arrogant in her eyes. You chuckle to yourself at her lovesick ranting. “You must have really liked him or something “you tease “can’t stop talking about him…” Sumin’s turns to glare at you “I’ll kill you if you say anything” confirming your suspicions. You laugh at her blushed expressions turning to face her as you take backwards steps. “I can set you up, he’s single from what I’ve heard” you taunt. She rolls her eyes at your pestering. A genuine laughter taking over your body as you stare at her blushed cheeks, your laughter halting when you see her movements stop panic etched onto her features. “What?” You question as you turn around.

“Y/N…” that familiar voice whispers with sadness etched into their voice. You’re met with a very rough looking Jeongin. Your breathing is shaky “well...” Sumin cuts the tension “I’m gonna…not be here” she excuses herself barreling past Jeongin, who’s gaze never left your face. “Sumin!” You plead as she speeds away. You try to shove your way past your ex whose hand holds you in place by your arm. Shock sitting on his perfect features. “What are you doing?” You question staring at where your two bodies met. “What I should have done…” he states matter of factly as he begins to drag you toward his house by your arm. “L-let me go…” your voice is small and hesitant, and he makes no move to release you. “Yang Jeongin! Let me go!” You growl with more firmness in your tone as he pulls you past the gate and up the path to the door. “Um Hello! Let me go!” Your patience wearing thin as you struggled to pull yourself free. “Dude I literally broke up with you! You can’t just grab me whenever you want” you exclaim in frustration. You hear an annoyed ‘tsk’ come from him as he turns to face you “you’re right! You broke up with me which means I don’t have to be nice or listen to you anymore” he snaps as he forces the door open.

You’re greeted by Jisung and Chan on the couch, bright smiles decorating their lips as they wave to you. You jump as Jeongin slams the door behind you and continues dragging you toward his room. “Get. Out.” He snaps at the boys and no glare at him and leave with a roll of their eyes.

Once you were inside Jeongin’s room you quickly put distance between yourself and your ex opting to stand at his desk on the other side of the room as he made himself comfortable on the bed. “You’re gonna be here a while you sure you want to stand?” He teases. Anger bubbles in your stomach, how dare he? Who the hell does he think he is? You think to yourself. Never once in your life did you experience this level of anger “you think you’re cute or something?” You snap “why the fuck am I here? I don’t have time to deal with your smug ass today” the look in Jeongin’s eye changes from a smug satisfaction to something darker as he places himself on the edge of the bed “I don’t know why you think you have the upper hand here” he chuckles as he smirks at you “Im leaving” you scoff at his audacity. “That’s not happening...” he states curtly. You make your way toward the door gripping the handle tightly you go to pull it open as Jeongin’s hand slams it closed from behind you. “You’re not leaving.” He declares, determination in his tone. You turn to face him, your eyes widening as you see him towering over you. This was the first time he’s ever been so close; you can feel your knees growing weaker as he caressed your cheek “Im not letting you get away again” his voice is barely above a whisper as he leans in and brushes his lips over your cheek. “It feels like I can’t breathe without you” he states as he places soft kisses against your neck. The new action sending a shock straight to your core. “T-that’s not my problem” you try to sound unaffected. His hand glides down your waist as he leans into you his forehead pressing against your own. “D-don’t.” You stammer, an amused smirk grows on his lips “don’t?” He teases “it doesn’t seem like you don’t want me to” your hands lay on his chest with very little effort into actually trying to get him to back away.

You stare at his lips as they come closer and closer “we aren’t together anymore we can’t…” you murmur “why can’t we?” He questioned lust dripping from his words “I-I... —see baby it’s okay” he cut you off “besides it’s not like I had a chance to do much of this when we were together anyway” his use of the pet name sent you reeling. He kissed your neck once more, this time he nipped and sucked at your sensitive spot making a small moan release from your lips. You hear a groan come from the boy “hmm, you really expect me to let you go when it’s the first time I can have you like this…just all to myself” he teases “I’m not letting you go again baby, not again. Not without you knowing how I feel” he states as he shoves his lips onto yours. It takes a second before you realize….Jeongin is kissing you. For the first time, Jeongin is actually kissing you. Your body responds almost instantly, his tongue brushing over your bottom lip as he lifts your leg over his waist pressing you into the door. His lips trail their way to your neck. “Don’t leave me” he whispers “take me back, I can fix this. I’ll do better I promise baby” you nod at his pleas pulling his lips onto yours once more. He holds you against him pulling you away from the door, laying you on his bed he settles himself above you. His hand snaking its way under your shirt. You pull away in nervousness “wait, I-I’ve never—it’s okay. I can show you” he cuts you off as he lifts his shirt over his head. Your eyes trailing down his body, you gulp at the sight bringing a wetness to your panties you’ve never experienced before. “I’ll be gentle, let me take care of you” he pleads with a pout. You bite your lip in anticipation as you give him the go ahead. A smile forms on his lips as he lays on top of you, “I’ll take such good care of you baby, I promise. You’ll never even think about leaving me again.”

[taeraeszn]

i know requests are closed so no rush of course. just leaving this here so i won’t forget the idea. but could you do zb1 reacting to you getting stood up on a date and what they do?

how does zb1 react to you getting stood up on a date?

hi anon!! i'm sorry this request took so long to get to but here it is! also i'm assuming that they weren't the ones who stood you up since i got another request with them standing you up lol. i decided to alter some of them or else they would've been a bit repetitve :)

also can i just mention how excited i am for their concept teasers??? i'm so thrilled!!! i love our boys so much and i can't wait for their debut <3

warnings: mentions of break up, just all in all mostly sad but happy endings :) lmk if there is any more you would like me to add

kim jiwoong

you had matched with someone on tinder a few days ago and were already planning on meeting up with them

but jiwoong felt that something was fishy about this, he didn't trust this person you were always telling him about

but it was also because he was really jealous about your relationship with them.

deep down he wanted the same thing with you but you two had a close friend relationship for years and he didn't want to ruin that

so comes the day where you have to meet up with this person and they don't even end up coming to the restaurant. you were left there sitting by yourself, the waiters giving you looks as well as the visitors.

you got up to leave and just then a massive rainfall came pouring down.

"great..." you muttered. you pulled out your phone to call jiwoong and ask him for a ride, but he was puzzled as you walked out alone rather than with your date

"where's your date?" he asked as you sat in the shotgun seat

"never showed up." his eyes widened, ready to already confront the person

"WHAT? why?" you shrugged, "I'm not sure. I sat there waiting for hours and they never messaged or call to tell me."

he sighed then started his car, "let's go somewhere."

"huh?" he softly grabbed your hand and started driving with his other hand

"you and me. let's go on a date instead. you deserve so much better than what that idiot did."

rest of the members are under the cut!

zhang hao

while at your university campus, a person you've never met before approached you and asked if you wanted to go out somewhere

you were conflicted with what to say but decided why not? you agreed and set up a time and place for your date

when you first got there, your heart was pounding and you were constantly messaging hao about what was happening. but weirdly, the person never showed up. in fact, when you tried to call them, you noticed that they had actually blocked your number

with your last message to hao, you told him that you got stood up and headed out to the bus station. hao said it was totally fine for you to come over to his place for some comfort and you couldn't have asked for anything else

when you knock on the door, he's already there and takes you to his living room

"thank you hao..." you mumble, he rubs your shoulder

"it's nothing. that loser doesn't know how good they had it, finding someone as great as you."

your cheeks heated up as you smiled at his comment

"you compliment me too much." you replied, his expression suddenly changed and he held your hand

"because you are great. in fact...i was crushing on you too for a while. i wanted you to feel the same way but you found someone else." your eyes widened

"really hao?" he nodded, "really." he repeated. you then shifted to be closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arm around him too

"then do you want to try, with us this time?" you asked. he smiled and kissed your forehead gently, "of course."

sung hanbin

getting ready and making yourself look presentable went to waste after you were left stranded by your so called date

they were a senior in your university who you had been talking with during a few classes, but they and hanbin never really got along with each other

you were the one who introduced them to each other but hanbin had a bad feeling from the start

and his gust instinct was correct after you were stood up by your date, when he got your call, he already knew what had happened and quickly drove to pick you up (i'm imagining hanbin driving with one hand and squealing rn)

you two ended up heading to a park for a fresh breath of air with popsicles in your hands, hanbin wanted to make your day better

"i don't get it, we've been talking for a while and suddenly i got stood up? i've always wanted to experience love and yet this happens..."

that's when hanbin stopped eating his popsicle and turned to face you

"you can experience love, i've always been here with you, constantly in awe at how much of an amazing person you are. and if they can't see that and instead leave you stranded, then i can be the person who can help you experience love."

you looked up at hanbin, mouth in a small "O" shape as you took in what he said

"h-hanbin are you being serious?" you asked, he nodded

"i am. believe me."

seok matthew

matthew walked in with kimchi fried rice on a plate with some other food as side dishes. he was the first person to know of what happened and immediately came over to your house

he sat down next to you and gently rubbed your shoulder

"(name), i'm sorry for what happened."

"but you didn't even do anything matthew." you responded, he shrugged

"still! getting stood up is like one of the worst things ever. also seeing how they posted on their story as if nothing had happened irritates me even more." you chuckled at how cute matthew looked when his brows were furrowed

"it's okay matt. it's just nice to have you next to me now."

he turned on the tv to access netflix and choose a drama for you to watch

"want to take your mind off? we could rewatch business proposal!" your eyes lit up as you eagerly nodded

"yes! yes! turn it on!" he did as you said and it went straight to episode 3, where you two were last time you decided to rewatch it

in the midst of the silence, you shifted closer to matthew and rested your head on his chest, feeling the warmth. you were always thankful for matthew and his ability to make you feel better

"thank you matt, i know i can always count on you."

kim taerae

you had been with your partner for a while and today was your anniversary with them, you planned out the place and pretty much everything for your special day

but unfortunately, you got stood up by your partner. to make matters even worse you then went over to their place only to see them kissing someone that wasn't you

worst part was that they didn't even deny it and just straight up told you that they wanted to break up

needless to say you felt hurt, as you walked back home, you got a call from your close friend taerae and picked it up

"hey! how was your anniversary date?" he asked excitedly. you felt like crying and he could tell you sounded a bit shaky on the phone

"a-are you okay?" you took a deep breath before responding, "i just need some comfort."

"come over right now." he said before ending the call. you then walked to taerae's place and he didn't question you once and guided you to the living room

"i could tell that something happened." taerae began, "did they do something to you?"

and just like that you broke down completely, crying in taerae's arms about what had just happened

"that idiot! how could they..." you were basically raining on taerae's shirt with your tears that continuously flowed down

"i'm just so upset." you said, without hesitation, taerae left a kiss on your forehead then hugged you tightly

"don't worry your safe here. nobody can hurt you here." there, you realized that taerae was the person who was meant for you all along

you wrapped your arms around him, "thank you tae. i don't deserve you."

shen ricky

you were looking to start your new year with a blind date, hoping that the person you meet with will be someone who cherishes and loves you

however, that quickly went out of the picture when your blind date didn't bother to show up, only leaving you a text saying that they suddenly had "plans" at the exact same time and date as your blind date

it was obviously an excuse not to come but you felt hurt as you put a lot of effort to make yourself look presentable

ricky was the first person you reached out to following the "date" and he said to come over to the dorms as the members had just ordered dinner

when you arrived, the members greeted you as they knew you were close friends with ricky. there they had pizza spread out on the dining table with everyone digging in to eat

as you sat next to ricky, he noticed you weren't indulging into the food like the rest of the members and slightly nudged you

"c'mon, try some." you shook your head, "i don't know, i'm just sad."

he rested his hand on yours, rubbing yours with his thumb

"there are plenty of fishes in the sea (name), trust me, you will meet someone who will sweep you off your feet."

"thanks ricky, i really appreciate your kind words." you smiled, gyuvin then handed ricky a plate for you to use.

"now will you eat?" he chuckled, you nodded and grabbed the last few slices

maybe this was better than being on that blind date, being with ricky's close friends and members

kim gyuvin

at the art exhibit, you were waiting on your date and continuously checked the time on your phone

you were losing hope on your date showing up as it had been nearly an hour of you walking around by yourself, they didn't even inform you of anything that had popped up or otherwise you wouldn't have been this nervous

the hour mark approached and that's when you lost hope, just then, a hand began poking you and you turned around to see...gyuvin?

"gyu? what are you doing here?" he chuckled and look around, "well, you told me that you'd inform me of when your date arrived for safety measures but then you didn't."

"yeah they never showed up." he pouted, "that sucks for them, missing out someone this amazing."

you softly nudged him as he flashed a smile, "stop it! but thanks for coming though. i probably looked so awkward just standing around here for an hour."

"don't worry, let's make this our own date then." he grabbed your hand and walked around the exhibit, "let's see, hmm, what do you want to check out?"

you slightly pointed at a painting on the other side of the room, "that one!"

"let's go then!" with his hand still interwined with yours, you walked there and began viewing it

even though things didn't work out the way you originally wanted to, gyuvin did a great job filling in as he came when you needed him

it made you wonder if this was what you needed all along, gyuvin to be yours

park gunwook

(wow another school themed one for the maknae line, who's shocked?? i promise i'll try and change it up soon)

well technically not a date per say, one of your classmates told you to come to the yard during lunch as they had something to tell you. they were someone you were crushing on for a while and you were thrilled that they finally noticed you

but it turned out to be a trick when you were left waiting there, feeling humiliated, you just wanted to cry

just then you heard footsteps trail behind you, "what are you doing? you've been standing there for like thirty minutes."

it wasn't your crush but rather gunwook! he was very popular and the class president in your homeroom

"oh-uh, well (crush's name) told me to come out here since he had something to tell me." you explained, still embarrassed by the event

he sighed, "don't trust them. they never follow up on promises and love to hurt people's feelings."

"oh is that so..." you mumbled.

"i'm sorry that happened to you. do you need anything to feel better?"

you shrugged and began walking back to the school building, "i just feel so stupid right now."

gunwook looked at you with sympathy in his eyes, "y'know what? let me treat you, want to go to that restaurant nearby for something quick to grab?"

you felt the corner of your lips go up at his words, "i would love that. thank you gunwook."

"quick! then our next class will start soon!" you two rushed to the restaurant while laughing

han yujin

the park was filled with people who came to relax outside, dogs were running around and so were kids who went to the playground. you were sitting on a bench waiting for a special someone to come, you had confessed to your crush and they agreed to meet up with you

but your worries of them not coming increased, with every minute, no one came. the sun was beginning to go down and a bunch of kids left the park with their parents as well as the dogs too

you were fiddling with your fingers out of boredom when one of the students in your class who was playing soccer from before approached you

"hey (name), what are you doing here?" it happened to be han yujin who was extremely popular at your school

"i dunno, my crush said we could meet up here."

"who?" you said the name and he seemed a bit taken aback by who you said

"them? but they're already dating someone else from what i heard?" your eyes widened. "what?! so they saw my confession and tricked me into coming here?"

it was honestly quite embarrassing being next to yujin and feeling as if your about to break down into tears

after a moment of silence, you stood up, "well, i guess i'll head home now."

he then grabbed your wrist lightly, "wait!" he shyly looked down, "i'll walk with you, just so your safe."

"thank you." you two began heading home together and with yujin's presence, you felt much more safer, though he didn't say much

you finally made it to your front door, thanking him once again, he left. but even still, you wanted to see him again. he made your heart flutter more than even your crush. it was then that you gained a new crush

[pouringmyheartoutforpaper]

heyyyy i’m not sure if ur doing requests right now, if not - completely disregard this besides the fact that i wanna say i love ur work 💖💖

ok but steve x reader kinda based on call it what u want by taylor??? like steve’s just graduated and readers a transfer maybe? or a senior who’s just recently started dating him and everyone’s like … king steve king steve … and readers like no i know him and maybe reader would rather be w steve then go to a party and someone’s like what does steve own u?? (hence the line “not because he owns me, but cause he rlly knows me”) obvi change however you see fit - just an idea 🥰🥰

thank you so much for requesting!! i love this concept sm i hope this does it justice.

this is not proofread so please be gentle on me lol, also im not 100% how i feel about this but i'm putting it out anyways.

my baby fits like a daydream

steve harrington. king steve to be exact.

it was never really said why "king steve" became king steve. but its more than likely that it was a mix of his general attractiveness and charm. that and being generally kind, always the one to stop his friends from going too far, but never the one to stop them completely. and that haunts him. not to mention that he got allll the ladies. but they never lasted, because steve craved something real, something valuable. he needed to be loved. but he was nothing more than a hookup for most of the women he saw at the time. a truly hopeless romantic.

but then there was steve.

an embodiment of sunshine. kind, above all. selfless, extremely selfless. accepting, caring, and nurturing. making sure that the kids never experience the loneliness that he had endured for his entire adolescence. always ready to be a martyr. always dancing on that line between life and death whenever applicable. never genuinely believing that he was meant to be loved, more so just meant to be admired and used.

until he met you. it wasn't that you "gave him something to live for", but more that you made him realize how much he has to live for. it's like his life was in black and white, and when he met you it erupted into beautiful colors.

and while most people admired how secure and loving your relationship with each other was, some were jealous, prying.

for the most part, it flies past you both, too immersed in each other to care.

but one friday afternoon, as you were heading outside to where steve was waiting for you outside of his car; to drive you both to the diner where you're meeting robin and dustin; your one-time lab partner from biology class blocked your path.

you bit back a scowl, having already endured his strangely aggressive flirting enough for today.

"so you're coming to the party tonight right?" it sounded more like a demand than a suggestion.

"no", your composure faltered, "I already told you that I'm staying with my boyfriend tonight."

you pushed past him, having nothing more to discuss with him. the warm air hitting your cheeks, and the thought of the evening you're going to spend at the diner diluting your annoyance.

that is until you hear him behind you again.

"what? does 'king steve' own you now?"

steve can see you from the car, and jumps into action the second he sees the absolutely appalled look on your face before you swiftly turn around.

he doesn't make it in time though. you had already reached him and delivered a swift slap across his face. not only had he insulted your boyfriend, but he had also insinuated that you were an object to be owned by a man. this and the blatant disregard for your rejections of him sent you over the edge.

you muttered some profane insult toward him before steve's voice reached you.

the signature "woah, woah, hey, hey" -that steve uses every time there's an inconvenience.

the biology perpetrator had already speed-walked away as casually as he could. steves arm wrapped around your waist as he guided you back to the car and strapped you in, an astonished expression on his face. you had never done anything like this before, in fact, you're usually shy.

“what was that about baby?” he asked softly, closing the drivers side door behind him and grabbing one of your hands and stroking his thumb across your cheek.

“he’s so annoying! he keeps saying weird shit to me and he wont leave me alone. and he knows im dating you because i told him. and then he said some shit about his stupid party that i already told him i didnt want to go to. so i told him again that im going to be with my boyfriend. and then,” you inhale, trying to catch your breath, “he ran up behind me and asked me if “king steve” owned me.” you finished. putting his former title in quotation marks.

by the time you looked back up, his face was red. it was a look you knew all too well, that meant he was about to do something dumb. right now you assumed it involved tracking down your former lab partner.

youd be right.

his hand shoots to the door handle, but is quickly moved back by your own.

“no steve, i already dealt with him. i can handle myself. i just want to be with you right now, okay?” your voice is gentle, knowing he’s on edge.

“i know you can handle yourself, you shouldn’t have to.” he says through gritted teeth. you can tell he’s trying to keep himself together, but his knuckles are turning white, he’s shaking, and looking away from you. which he never does, unless he’s about to cry.

the parking lot is empty by now. you grab steve’s hand and pull yourself closer to him.

“whats wrong stevie? talk to me, love.” you bring his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to the skin there.

“i don’t like that he was talking to you like that,” his voice trembles, “and i don’t like that it was because of me. you shouldn’t have to deal with that stuff.”

logically, it made no sense. but he was blaming himself anyways. thinking maybe his high school reputation made people believe that your relationship could be tainted easily. that he could never actually make someone happy.

"steve," you climb over to sit in his lap, "that's not true, you know that. it's not your fault at all, it's nobody's fault except for that weird guy." steve's face returned to its original sunshine state. "and we both know you don't own me. if you owned me I wouldn't be allowed to drive a car." you giggled, referring to the time you casually told him that you ran over a curb on the way home. he laughed with you, resting his head on yours and holding you.

"i know, it just makes me mad that people say that shit to you."

you look up at him. "well, i guess you're just going to have to take me to your house to keep me safe, harrington."

"i think you might be right, lovey."

[panie-wanie-dean-bean]

Ok, sorry, I just need to rant about my version of Swap Sans

So, to me, the main building blocks of Underswap is that the characters who are swapped swap both their vibe and their place. What does this mean? Well, the place thing is easy, it just means that whenever you're supposed to meet a character you will meet their swapped counter part instead (That's why Asgore is in the Ruins) The vibes thing is a little trickier

I say vibes rather than personality for a reason, they don't swap personalities in my version of the au. Sans still loves puns, Papyrus is still a little obsessed with humans and puzzles, and Asgore still loves to garden! Their vibes are just a little different. Sans actually has the motivation to get up in the morning, Papyrus can now sit still on occasion, stuff like that. But they're still themselves, and that's what I find so fun about them

See, when you get to Snowdin town the boss you have to beat to get to Waterfall is Sans, as you may expect. But this Sans is still the Sans you meet in Undertale proper, and we all know how he can fight when he goes all out. So he doesn't!

So long as you're doing a neutral or pacifist run his fight is more like a test! He straight up tells you that he has 1 HP and any hit will kill him, so you'll need to show him how good you are at ACTing and talking your way out of fights. This is for a few reasons, but one I'll mention is that he's still really close to Toriel in this au. And some part of him wants to hope that maybe, maybe if you're skilled enough, his friend won't have to kill another human and break herself down even further

So it's a pretty easy fight, about as easy as the Papyrus fight in Undertale. He even offers to take you on a date for all the trouble, which is just as silly as the Papyrus date. But all of that is assuming that you play along

If you take your chance to attack him during the fight, he'll dodge out of the way. He'll scold you but chalk it up to butter fingers and let you off the hook. Do it three times though, and his eyelights go out. His smile drops. and he lets out a great sigh

"Huh, I don't know what I expected. Jokes on me for thinking it might be different this time I guess. Alright kid, you want a fight? I'll give you one"

And the fun little fight you were supposed to have early in the game goes full genocide run. He does not hold back, he does not show mercy, and he will taunt you about how many times he's killed you if you try hitting him again once you respawn. This Sans is VERY aware of your timeline shenanigans and unlike Undertale Sans, he has the motivation to cut your little game short before you can do any real harm

If you're doing a geno run he doesn't even pretend to like you once Pap is out of ear shot. He wants you dead, and the only reason he waits at all when he sees you step out of the Ruins covered in dust is because of how much faith he has in his brother. Surely someone as nice, and confident, and cool and Papyrus could get you to turn your ways around, right? If you were doing a geno run but don't clear out all the monsters before you fight Sans he'll have something to say about it

"Wow, look at you. Honestly, I didn't think it would work, but look at you! You've changed a lot huh? Sure, all that dust won't come out easy, but you haven't added to it since you got here. Want a medal? Look, I still don't trust you, but you've shown me there's at least some part of you that doesn't want to murder anything that moves. So I'll let you pass though to Waterfall, we don't even have to fight. Just hit that Spare button and we walk away like none of this ever happened"

He's true to his word too. You can go on a neutral run from here. But if you take this moment of Mercy to show Sans your true colors, he isn't prepared for it. Your attack hits him hard, bringing him to his knees as he starts to bleed. He laughs, telling you he should have expected as much from you, giving you one last warning to stay the fuck away from his brother before walking off screen. Getting to the tree line before his dust scatters into the snow, only leaving his little blue bandana for Papyrus to find later

[infernalodie]

𝐈𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐞 || 𝐋𝐞𝐱𝐢 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝

“𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵“

Pairing: Lexi Howard x Male!reader

ilomilo series

Summary: Did I ever say that you’re unpredictable?

(gif used is not mine)

Warnings: Angst

Words: 969

I wasn’t much of an optimist before. Really, I was just in the background of some rather sleazy drama flic that was beyond human comprehension or believability. And realistically, I preferred being the side character or extra. Helped me blend in and just be another face no one would ever think about again.

And that was a helpful trait with keeping “updated” on your life. Before work, you would go to the coffee shop down the street. Talk to the waitress, someone you must know from the daily schedule you’ve made before walking back and taking over for one of your coworkers. From there, on breaks, you just take a small walk two blocks and visit a comic book store whilst the old lady who owns the store covers for you.

From what I could tell, you preferred DC over Marvel. But just a quick Instagram search and I’m available to all the little bits about you. A music enthusiast, a comic geek, and a movie critic. None of the posts have a caption to capture what you were feeling when uploading them. But I can quickly tell that most kids in East Highland don’t have the same likings as you. Comments on these posts come from followers that do though, and they must be enough for you to say ‘fuck you’ to the rest of the world and post what you want.

And I know we have a date at 8 PM, but I just needed to see you. Can you blame me though? It’s important that I learn these things so we can talk and naturally get to know one another. This is fine. I’m taking things slower than I had in the past. I want this to be special compared to what it was like with Fez. You are special. You are different. And you are beautifully sweet with Maddy-

Wait. What the fuck?

What the hell is she doing at your work?

I know for damn sure that she is heavy into music like you or I, so why is she here, Y/n? From what I can see, you don’t seem all too impressed with her being our space as well. Brows furrowed and eyes narrowed in a glare as she spoke sweet nothings. It was despicable honestly. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that she’s just being friendly. But I know my friend and I know that in the time of her dating your brother, you two got to know one another. Now, on and off you two would talk, but she never went out of her way to show up at your work. So, what’s the change of heart?

Maddy moved around the counter, lips twisted in a smile that rivalled your unimpressed deadpan that looked incredibly attractive. “C’mon, Y/n. How long have we been at this?” Maddy inquired, stopping when she stood by your side. “We can just sneak into the office. Get a quick fuck in.” She closed the space, lips pressing to the edge of your jaw. “You are so much bigger than your brother.”

Listen, I have no problems with Maddy. Did she pull some stupid shit sometimes? Abso-fucking-lutely. Has she had a rough go when it came to your brother? Yes. But she is delusional. The whole argument she had with your brother in the hot tub is a testament to that and I think you know that as well.

So, what the fuck is her play here?”

“Maddy, it’s not a good idea,” you protested. “I’m not afraid to say that I am scared of Nate. I know what he’s done to you and Jules. Have you ever thought of what he might do to me if he found out we’ve been fucking?”

A groan fell from the girl’s lips. “He’s not going to find out, Y/n. I have no reason to tell him shit,” Maddy sighed, lips twisting in a grin. “C’mon. It’ll be fun. I’ll let you be rough.” With her hands finding yours, she began to pull and guide you, and you allowed it.

God, seeing her this dick whipped over you was insulting. Well, maybe not for you but you aren’t a guy to just throw yourself around. You were quiet, reserved, charismatic, and goddamn adorable when you didn’t mean to be.

This isn’t you. You aren’t the type to just give up on your job just to go get laid. This didn’t make any fucking sense. And even if I move down the sidewalk and try to get a better angle, I can’t see jackshit inside that office. Not to mention the sun glare coming right back at me.

I’m too exposed out here. If I can’t see you, that means I don’t know if you’ve noticed me or not. But this just means I have reasoning for Maddy’s clinginess to you. A manipulative, selfish, stupid bitch. I won’t let her do this to us. I won’t let her get between us right when I finally enter your life. I just have to figure out what I am going to do next, and I don’t yet have the faintest clue as to what that may be.

But what I do know is that this sharing shit isn’t going to work. If it be with someone more competent and maybe shared the same love I have for you, then this would be different. Because maybe I could love someone just as much as I love you. Except, this is reality and I won’t be doing any 60/40 bullshit. You are meant for me. We are meant for one another and Maddy is forcing herself into the perfect frame we are making together.

And somehow, I’m going to need to get her the fuck out of it.

[typically-untypical]

Past Judgements

AU: Lawyers

CW: None that I'm aware of

WC: 1515

Date: 12/1/2023

As a public defender, it was Virgil's job to make sure everyone on his caseload was given a fair trial. He wanted to make sure everyone got a chance, especially those who couldn't afford to hire a fancy lawyer. Unfortunately, all of that was easier said then done. His caseload grew by the day and the people he helped were often not forthcoming with the truth. How could he blame them, a lot of the people he was trying to help had been torn down by a system that wasn't designed to protect them. It was a fight to convince them that he was on their side, that he wasn't there to make them look bad but rather to help them out. Sometimes, with time and effort, he could get the truth out, but he just didn't have the time. 

Straightening his purple tie, he waited for the officer to buzz him into the facility. Today's meeting was with one 'Janus Hennily', a name Virgil was surprised to see again. He had known Janus when he was younger, a student at his high school who was full of sarcasm and trickery. Janus had been... not necessarily a bully, but he certainly wasn't going to be the one who stepped in when someone was being bullied. He was more of the 'walk away and not get involved' type. Virgil wondered where that Janus had ended up. He had seemed intelligent but they had never really been friends. He had been hot though.

"Ah, Virgil Black, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Looks like you ran off and became a lawyer. Good for you." The smooth voice echoed in Virgil's mind, it was deeper than it used to be, rougher around the edges like it had actually seen time and hardship.

Vigil's grip tightened on his briefcase, "Janus, so it is you. I'm surprised you got caught with all your running away." There was no reason for him to be so hostile, but Janus brought back high school memories; memories of him being too weak to protect himself, too weak to take care of what he needed to take care of. High school hadn't been a good time for him.

Janus put his hand to his chest, the chains around his wrists and ankles jingling as he moved. "Me, a runner, never. You should know I'm not one for physical exercise if I can avoid it. It seems like you're good at jumping to conclusions though. Were you surprised to see me here or did you expect this was where I'd end up?"

Though his face had changed, his smirk hadn't. The new scars only deepened its terrifying nature. When Janus smirked it seemed like he knew all of the secrets of the world and he was just waiting for everyone else to catch up. Too bad Virgil had seen him be a total dork in high school and that smirk lost some of its power.

With a sigh, Virgil sat down, putting his briefcase on the table. "What did you do, Janus?"

"Rude as always. Isn't it your job to prove I didn't, or do I need to ask for other counsel. It seems you already have prejudices against me." Maybe Virgil was just imagining it but it felt like Janus was actually hurt. That wasn't Virgil's intention. Honestly, he didn't know what his emotional intention was, but he knew what his job was.

"I'm here to help, and I'll do it, I just need you to be straight with me, why are you in chains?"

"Be straight? Good luck with that, I haven't been straight since Remus showed me his parents’ copy of the 1990's Mummy movie, but I can be bi with you." Janus leaned back, looking Virgil up and down. This was the worst part, people trying to avoid answering questions by deflecting or saying something shocking. 

"You're avoiding the question." Virgil scowled and Janus rolled his eyes.

"And you're not an ounce of fun. I was being honest with you, I didn't do anything, nothing illegal at least. I was at a protest, which is a protected right I would like to add, and I was arrested under charges of 'disturbing the peace', however, we weren't chanting, we weren't blocking traffic, we did everything by the book and yet we were still arrested, a true travesty." His voice wavered on sarcastic but there was something more behind it, something that hinted that Janus was tired. Virgil didn't want to get soft for this guy. Janus had run away when Virgil needed help back in school and a guy like that wasn't the protest type.

"Come on, they wouldn't keep you if they didn't think they had more on you than that. I've read through the file but something is missing. I need you to tell me what I'm not seeing or I can't help." Virgil wished Janus would just answer his question. He was the other man's lawyer, he had client attorney privileges. He wasn't going to tell anyone because that would be very much against his rules. Janus had to know this, he was the type of guy who had reveled in the details and loopholes he could get around, but he didn't seem to be reveling right now.

His shoulders had dropped and he was looking up at the ceiling. "The cop that arrested me... we have a history," Janus whispered, suddenly sitting up. "Do you know how embarrassing it is to be caught by the same pig twice, especially when the second time he had a vendetta."

"But your file doesn't-"

"I got him on a police battery charge, it was dropped and we settled out of court but he was put on suspension 2 years ago. Apparently he was let back on for 'good behavior'. When I was able to, I had it taken off my record. I don't like people being able to trace me easily. Plus, people get weird when the background check shows charges, even if they were dismissed. For fucks sake, I'm probably going to lose my job over this which means I will still feel the consequences of his actions even if they let me go. Congrats to him, officer piggy still wins, even if you manage to get me out of this." Janus sighed and did his best to put on a smile, leaning toward Virgil, "So what now, lawyer man?"

Virgil was taken back by the sudden shift from honesty to flippantness. It was almost like he could see through Janus' facade for a brief moment, but then it was gone and he could only remember the kid in high school who’d run when he needed help. It was hard to remember that people changed, but Janus had apparently changed, at least a little bit. 

"Alright, I'll look into it. If we can prove he was discriminating against you then we can seek damages. It won't get you your job back but it might get you a bit of reparations for your lost time." Doing things like this always made Virgil a little on edge. He needed to prove that not only was Janus innocent, but he had been targeted because of his past with a previous officer. "Is there anything else you want me to know before I leave?" Virgil was already starting to pack up his stuff, moving his notes into his briefcase as he started to stand. He was expecting a teasing comment or some snide remark, but he wasn't expecting Janus' quiet sincere voice.

"You grew up well, handsome, successful. I wish I had gone after you in high school."

Virgil froze in his place, completely taken off guard by Janus' confession. "You ran away when I was being bullied, I wouldn't have gone for you."

"Fair enough, but if it helps, I ran to get a teacher. No sense in having both of our faces slammed into the dirt. I'm not certain if you know this or not, but I have very little athletic ability."

Virgil snorted, shaking his head and grabbing his briefcase. "I remember, well maybe if we can prove your innocence, you can ask me out."

"You don't already have someone?" Janus looked surprised and Virgil smiled at something genuine flashing in his face. 

Virgil shook his head, "I changed my last name, but it's in memoriam. I lost my mother five years ago, Black was her maiden name."

"Oh," Janus reached out, stopped by his chains so he just sat back. "I'm sorry to hear that, I remember her being a pretty nice lady."

"Yeah, she was. She's why I wanted to be a lawyer."

"Well then, I owe my freedom to her."

"That's if we win." Virgil responded and Janus just smirked again.

"We have to, otherwise I won't be able to take you on a date."

Virgil blushed, turning and leaving as quickly as he could. He had a rule of not dating criminals, but if he proved Janus was unjustly detained, then he wasn't a criminal, right?

Right.

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[littlemisslipbalm]

You're My Best Friend - Part 2

Jake Kiszka x Fem!Reader

Summary: Shrimp and Jake return. Best friends to fuck buddies to lovers? Perhaps...all because Josh is such a nosy man.

Word Count 1.2 K | Warnings: Language

Enjoy! I'm sorry it's not very long but I wanted to finish this up for y'all

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Jake had his Third Eye Blind record spinning in the other room, but they could hear it from the other room, through the shut door. But the music wasn’t their focus at the moment, even if they were in the music room. 

“Why can’t we fuck in your bed?” 

“Because then we don’t have to change the sheets to sleep and we don’t have to worry about the cats cock blocking.” 

“But doesn’t that mean your couch will be the dirty thing?” She tilted her head, not seeing Jake’s logic whatsoever. 

He huffed and wrapped an arm around her frame, pulling her willingly onto his lap. His lips found the skin just below her neck and whispered gruffly, “Why don’t you just stop worrying your pretty little head and focus on that precious thing between your thighs that I know is just aching for some attention.” 

She melted mentally when his plush lips connected to her neck. Her back arched as a physical manifestation of her surrender. Sex with Jake had turned out to be an even more fulfilling pastime than their usual friendship endeavors. 

Jake sucked in a breath,“Oh fuck.” 

His voice brought her back from her cloudy blissful thoughts of his warm body against hers. “You’re wearing those damn red panties, again. Shrimp, you know how hot I think those are.” 

His hands were resting at the top of the lace, fingers flexing against her skin now that he had unbuttoned her shorts. 

“I’m starting to think this Wes Anderson binge was just a ploy…” He tsked and stared up at his best friend with an innocent quirk of his brows. 

 “Those little red panties they pass the test,” She rambles to the vague tune of the song they both knew by heart. “So flip me face down on the mattress….rather the futon, I guess, romeo.” 

Jake chortled and Shrimp rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around his shoulders before leaning over him, connecting their lips and ending further discussion.

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Jake stumbled behind Shrimp as they sauntered into the dive bar. Her hands were shaking him off of her as they attempted not to knock into one another and tamp down the grins on their faces. 

“Where have you two been?” Josh turns from Sam when he notices them out of the corner of his ever persistent eye. 

“Just lost track of time,” Jake shrugs and Shrimp nods and slinks over to the bar to give Danny a side-hug and order herself and Jake drinks. 

“Something’s different,” Josh insists, looking between the pair. “I can smell it in my bones.”

He walks towards Shrimp, wafting his hand towards his nose, going so far as to sniff her hair. She cringes away from him and flashes her eyes at Jake for a second, who’s trying to look unbothered by his brother’s prying into his affairs. 

“Nothing’s different,” She insists, moving to grab the drinks and sidle away from Josh’s inquisition. 

Josh’s pointer finger sweeps out in a quick flick to peer at Shrimp’s neck, revealing a just healing hickey. His nose picked up a whiff of men’s cologne and like a dog with its favorite toy, his eyes lit up in recognition. 

“Now how do you have the time to be fucking someone when you spend all your time with brother dearest?”

She rolled her eyes and shoved Josh’s hand away. Jake blew out a breath. Sam and Danny’s eyes were wide in silent understanding. 

Josh waited patiently, a smug smile curled onto his lips. “I knew you’d end up dating sooner or later, but I feel like someone should’ve told me…I’ll be the best man after all.” 

“We’re not dating!” Shrimp and Jake said all too quickly and uncannily in unison. The pair stared at one another with brief hurt before returning to Josh’s accusation. 

“Yeah, right,” Sam laughs over his shoulder, returning to the pool game they had been lazily playing before Jake and Shrimp had disrupted the moment. 

“We’re just fucking,” Shrimp waves her hand with a forced nonchalance. “It’s no big.” 

Jake nods and has a hefty swig of his go-to beer, she always knew. “It’s just easier, Shrimp never finds anyone to hold her attention long enough that she trusts enough to fuck —”

“And Jake never has time to vet the girls here, you know, to make sure they’re not trying to fuck him cause of the band.” She finished for him. Their eyes are staring at one another with an intensity that would be hard to miss, even in the dingy yellow lights. 

Josh shakes his head with a tsk, “Wow.” 

Jake fidgets with his jeans belt loops and Shrimp takes a long sip of her IPA. 

“It’s just easier this way.” 

“For everyone.” 

At this point, Jake and Shrimp had be fucking for a month. Ever since he’d admitted that he liked her more than a friend. The pair insisted it was utilitarian even though the band was going to be in Nashville for an extended period of time before their next tour. Jake had enough time to “vet” someone as he liked to say and yet Shrimp was practically living with him. But they were just best friends.  

Jake and Shrimp stumbled into Jake’s place a little after 2 am. They’re pawing at each other’s clothes before the front door is locked and Jake is whimpering slightly as Shrimp sucks a searing kiss into his neck as he messes with the keys. 

Their kisses are hard, everything unspoken at the bar coming through their lips now. Jake backs her uo against the wall, with one hand leaving her in search of the lightswitch. 

“Leave it,” She mumbles against his lips when her body feels too cold without his entire attention. 

“You don’t even want to see me?” Jake asks. He phrased it like a joke but all the liquor had made them more honest.  

She knows and pulls back, hands coming to rest at Jake’s hip bones to steady him from pressing into her and distracting from the situation.  

“Of course I want to see you,” She pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “I always want to see you. You’re by far the prettiest, hottest, sexiest–whichever adjective you like–best person I’ve been with.” 

Jake smiles, despite the lack of artificial light they can see one another. It’s pointy and toothy and goofy but handsome and sexy and she wants to tell him all the ways she adores him because he really was all those things to her. He rests his forehead on hers and she giggles. 

“I love you, Shrimp.”

“And I love you.” 

“No,” He widens his eyes, inadvertently pushing his hips against her. “I’m in love with you, so fucking badly.” 

“Jake,” She sighs, a drunken laugh slips out. “Duh.”

After a particularly long and fun turn around the bedroom, the pair fell asleep peacefully in each other’s arms. The next day brought a serious conversation about their relationship and they made it official. Not just best friends with benefits, but Jake and Shrimp, best friends and partners. It was going to be for the long haul. Every moment filled with love and care and cats. 

[darth-aces]

Summer Fling

Bella Ramsey X Reader

This ones a long one and from a writers block. Hope you enjoy though!

During the summer, you would waste away in the sun. Having no purpose or drive to pursue anything. On warmer days you would spend it at the lake near the cabin you and your family visited every summer. You spend your days reading and listening to music accompanied by some tanning and swimming. 

On most days, it would just be you and your family, but you often sneaked off to do your own thing whenever you could. Today your family decided to visit the city nearby while you hung out at the lake. It wasn’t too warm that morning, but the water still cooled your skin down tremendously. It relaxed you while you thought about things. You’ve actually gotten more accustomed to swimming by yourself lost in thought. Your thoughts were mainly about friends, crushes, and the lack of a love life. 

This wasn’t because you couldn’t date anyone or no one wanted you. You were just confused lately. You thought you had a thing for this guy a year above you, but then you started thinking about a girl in your class and she took much more of your thoughts than you would have been comfortable with at the time. 

Eventually, you didn’t even care for the guy, and she only interested you more every time you thought of her. Your crush created a dilemma because you hadn’t felt this way before and she was already in a relationship . . . with the guy you had been crushing on. 

Nevertheless, your crush was halted when summer came. You sat at the edge of the lake on top of a flat large rock, already changed and waiting for your hair to dry. Despite being lost in thought, your ears perk up when you hear a noise from a distance. You are struck by cautiousness and look toward the noise as it gets closer. 

“Skipper! Hold on, I know you see the lake but slow down!” They say. Their voice didn’t sound threatening, but you keep your eyes focused in their direction. 

A second goes by and a dog runs out from the trees. You were surprised when the dog ran directly to you and stopped at your feet panting while it looked up at you. Assuming they were a nice dog you decided to slowly and gently move your arm towards them to see if they wanted a pet. They gladly accepted and seconds later someone emerges from the same trees the dog came from. When they approached you and the dog, you observe them while quickly mentally noting a few features; tied-up hair, a leash, and a camera were the first things you took note of. They were rather short, but so were you so they were just about the same height.

“Hi, sorry that’s my dog. Hope Skipper hasn’t bothered you.” They say apologetically. 

“No problem, I hope you don’t mind me petting them, though. They’re just too sweet to ignore.” You say smiling wider when Skipper’s eyes close succumbing to the relaxing scratches you give them on the head. Finally getting up, you lock eyes with the stranger. 

“My names Y/N by the way.” Holding up your hand for a shake.

“Bella, nice meeting you.” They say bringing their hand up to accept your greeting. 

“So are you from the UK?” You ask. 

A confused expression appears on their face suddenly, “Yeah, England. How’d you know?” 

You’re lips transformed into a grimace as you point at your mouth. When you do this you hope you aren’t being condescending and they catch that you’re only trying to be cheeky. 

An amused chuckle emerged from them and relief washed over you. “Right, yes the accent might have given that away.” 

You let out a small laugh trying to fill in any awkwardness that still lingered between you. 

“I’m actually not from here either, just visiting a cabin with my family.” 

“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it. There aren’t a lot of places like this back in London so I’m just trying to enjoy it before I get back. Again, I really hope we aren’t bothering you, it’s just so nice out.” 

“No problem at all, it’s actually nice seeing someone out here my age for once. Everyone seems to be much older or younger around here. Also, you’re right, it is really beautiful out here I couldn’t hoard it all to myself.” Throughout you’re conversation you begin to notice that their eyes were shifting away from you. You turn in the direction that they were looking and observe Skipper who was licking up the lake's water. “Seems like Skipper enjoy’s it too.” 

Bella chuckles again and you can’t help but turn to look back at them enchanted by their voice. Boldly you tell them, “You know, I wouldn’t mind it if you and skipper wanted to come around again.” Bella quickly locks eye contact with you again before saying “Yeah, that sounds really nice actually. Do you think you’d be here tomorrow, same time?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be here.” 

Saying goodbye to Bella and Skipper, you decided to exchange numbers with them before they left. 

The next morning you two met up at the lake again. Skipper made sure to exhaust the both of you with her favorite tennis ball as you two talked. You couldn’t really remember what you two talked about because you kept getting distracted. While you talked your eyes couldn’t help but wander. You eventually mentally scolded yourself as you were watching Bella’s arm repeatedly throw the ball around, which excited you but also left you confused. 

To combat your thoughts you told them that you were going into the lake for a little swim. They enthusiastically offered to join you. Before you could even think things through they, already prepared with swim shorts on, started running into the water with skipper. You on the other hand began dressing down to your swimsuit with a blush growing on your cheeks. Undressing in front of anybody is embarrassing, but undressing in front of someone you are beginning to have feelings for added to the confusion you were feeling. 

You even began folding your clothes neatly sitting them nicely on top of your backpack just so you could calm yourself after your awkward strip tease. The entire time your eyes were on the ground afraid to see Bella’s face and hoping they were solely focused on Skipper. Although, admittedly there was an ounce of you that wanted Bella to watch you. This part of you wanted them to acknowledge you at that moment. You also wonder what they thought of you then, if they thought of you at all. Your thoughts were interrupted. 

“Y/N? You coming in?” 

“Yeah.” 

You simply say before getting up and walking into the water to join them. When you get in you do a little dive in their direction to get your hair wet in the process. The water was refreshing as it cooled your cheeks down from all the blushing. When you emerge from the water you push your hair back and notice that Bella had been watching you. Now it was their turn to feel embarrassed. To ease the tension you say, “Hey Bella.” They turn and you splash water at them jokingly. 

“Hey!” They exclaimed splashing you back. This resulted in a small water fight, with Skipper in the middle trying to join in on the fun.

Eventually, you two got out of the water and dried yourselves while hanging out on the smooth boulder you sat on before meeting them yesterday.

“Today was great by the way. I was hoping we could do this again soon?” Bella asked.

“Yeah, that’d be great.” 

A week passed, and you two were texting each other nonstop. Your feelings for them grew every day that went by, and you decided that you needed to figure things out with Bella before the summer ended. You spent hours the night before thinking of what to say when you’ll say it, and the infinite possibilities that could happen. You then spent the entire morning preparing the picnic and thinking things through, but by the time you reached the lake with your basket in hand, you still had no clue how to tell Bella. 

Your thoughts were interrupted when Skipper runs up to you panting with a ball in their mouth. 

“Hi, Skipper!”

Without hesitation, you bend down to pet her as you scanned the lake for Bella. Turns out they made it much earlier than you had. They sat on the rock looking over their shoulder to see you.

“Good morning.” You say making your way over to Bella. 

“Hey, I brought you an orange.” They say lifting a small clementine from their lap. 

You take the orange and sat next to them, accidentally touching their knee with yours before scooting away a bit. You begin unraveling the clementine as they start to talk. 

“My trips almost over, by the way, I’ll be gone in about two weeks from now.” You nod, feeling something in your chest drop at this news. 

“Back across the ocean.” You say trying to fill the conversation and disguise this new sadness unabashedly. 

“Yeah. Across the ocean, much bigger than this lake.” 

You both chuckle again, trying so desperately to avoid revealing how perplexed you felt that your time together is limited. Luckily the orange was peeled and you begin separating pieces for you and Bella. Passing over one piece, they thank you and place it in their mouth-you did the same. 

“Oranges are the best during the summer.” They say. Agreeing with them you nod and tear off another piece for them. Handing it over to them, you’re entranced by their appearance, only heightening whatever feelings you have. 

This small talk and awkward silence between you kept going for the remainder of the day. It was excruciating, but knowing they were leaving soon made you want to stay. Eventually, you two left and agreed to hang out soon again. 

That night before falling asleep you convince yourself to be a little adventurous that night and tried to text them. You wanted to apologize for being so weird earlier that day and hopefully, it’d lead you to tell them about your feelings.

“Hey, I just wanted to clear things up with you about today. I’m sorry if I came off rude or standoffish, just felt weird about you leaving soon. We could talk more about it tomorrow if that’s alright with you?”

“Yeah, that’d be good with me. Also, I kinda noticed something was up, but I was more worried that I had accidentally upset you or something. Thanks for clearing it up, I’d hate it if we stopped talking.” 

“Would you miss me?” 

“If we didn’t talk I’d miss you tremendously. Who else is supposed to keep Skipper and I company at the lake.” 

“Just using me for company are you?” 

“No. If anything I’d beg you to come by if I had to. It wouldn’t be worth visiting without you.” 

At this point, you were blushing and smiling harder than you had ever before. The idea of them wanting you, let alone begging for you, stirred up all the emotions you’d harbored all day. Your adrenaline and brewing confidence encourages you to finally say something a little more direct than you were usually comfortable with. 

“Don’t worry, the begging won’t be necessary, I’m all yours.” 

“Good. I like the sound of that. Even if it were to just be for the summer, I’d love to spend it with you.” 

“What, like a summer fling?” 

“I guess so if that’s what you’d like.” 

“We could do that.” 

“We’ll talk more about it tomorrow.” 

With that, you anxiously waited for the sun to rise. Hardly getting any sleep you slowly get ready to meet up with Bella at the lake. 

“Hey.” You greet them.

“Hi.” They say back.

Standing there not sure how to start the conversation a brewing awkwardness builds between you again. Finally they say, “So about last night, I don’t know how serious you were about all that.” 

“Yeah, I don’t know. I just wanted to be honest with you is all.” 

“Yeah. A summer fling wasn’t something I expected between us.”

“I’m sorry if this is uncomfortable, we really don’t have to. We could leave it as a dumb joke from last night. It really doesn’t have to be anything serious.” 

“No.” They gently grab your wrist and with a soft expression, they look into your eyes before continuing to say, “Serious is good. I think I want it to be more than some dumb joke.” 

You were now speechless that they actually felt the same. 

They lean in quickly kissing you. Wanting this for so long you return the passion. Eventually pulling away when you realize what was happening. 

“Wait. I don’t know, it’d get confusing, don’t you think?” You ask.

“Y/N I like you and if you want this then that’s great, but if you don’t want to be with me because you’re afraid about what things will be like when summer ends then I wouldn’t object to your rejection, I just need you to know that I’d hate to lose you. If things don’t work out then they just won’t, but I’d want to at least give things a try.” They say. 

“Okay.” You say a smile involuntarily growing on your lips.  

“Are you sure?” 

“Only if you are.” 

Smiling they kiss you again. Satisfied and reassured that this was something you also wanted. 

Two weeks go by with Bella. Hanging out with them every day. One night you invite them to your family's cabin for a sleepover-concealing to your family you two were a thing. The time went by incredibly fast and you both knew it was coming to an end. 

Sitting on the same rock you two met on, you and Bella were sandwiched together, your back to their chest while they held you from behind. This was how you two usually spent your afternoons, but since it’s your last day together you can’t help but feel sad. 

They nuzzle their face into your neck leaving small pecks of kisses which you gladly moved your neck for easier access. With one last long kiss on your cheek, they stop and ask, “So do you think this was just some summer fling?” 

“I don’t want it to be.” 

“Yeah me neither. We’ll see how things go.” 

[obxone]

For Me

Edited-ish-- ~1.9k words. Rafe Cameron x Reader

Master Page

You glanced up from counting how many children were left to be picked up when the door opened and Kelce stepped into the lobby. “Hey, Kelce! Here for your little brother?”

He nods, clasping his hands. “Yes, is he ready?”

“Sure is!” You flip the clipboard to face him and he signs his name. “How was your day?”

“Better than yours,” he smirks at you before shrugging. “Not bad. Played some golf with Topper and Rafe.”

“My day was so much better,” you return with sass and he snorts. “Are you kidding me? I would much rather run around a summer camp with a bunch of 5 to 10-year-olds than deal with a drunk or high Rafe.”

Kelce laughs. “Fair.” You walk with him down the hall towards the large playroom that the last remaining children were in. “When are you going to give my boy a chance?”

You pause turning to him, crossing your arms over your waist. “You and I are friends right Kelce?”

He nods. “Yeah. I would say so.”

“Then why would you want your friend to be with that douche?”

Kelce’s lips parted in shock. 

“I’m sure he’s a great friend to his fellow kook buddies, he’s decent with his family, and he’s a good time with all those girls, but at the end of the day, he’s not a good guy to anyone else. So respectfully no, Kelce.”

“Okay, I’ll stop asking.” He holds his hands up in innocence. “Rafe asked me to try.”

“What?!” You ask, pausing at the doorframe and turning to him with wide eyes. 

Kelce shrugs. “Can you blame him? Your family is one of the oldest families in this area, you volunteer at a summer camp three weeks out of the summer instead of partying on a yacht like the rest of your friends, and you are one of the best-looking girls on the island.”

“Kelce!” You shove him while a blush spreads across your face. “Thanks, I mean it, but Rafe would need to change a few things if he wants anything from me.”

“I’ll let him know,” Kelce flashes a smile before you both step into the room and his brother abandons his blocks to come running in excitement. “Have fun!” He sings songs over his shoulder as they leave the facility. You go back to the desk after waving at the teacher and getting a headcount to match the clipboard. 

— — — — 

Camp had ended and now you were spending your days by the pool, reading, and going to the clubhouse for lunch when a simple pb&j didn’t sound good. Your parents left you to your own devices. They trusted you and were far too busy most of the time anyway. Sarah Cameron was meeting you for lunch, and you were a tad bit late as you slipped into the entrance. You checked your dress to make sure it was smooth and perfect as expected before walking further in. 

“Well if it isn’t our most popular Kook Princess,” Rafe’s voice says from your right as you pass to get to the back patio. You pause and turn to see him, Kelce, and Topper at the bar, each holding a drink. 

“Well if it isn’t the three stooges getting drunk in the middle of the day,” you respond, hand on your hip. “How charming.”

Kelce smirks over the rim of his drink knowing your spitefulness was more towards Rafe than him. Topper laughs while leaning back against the bar. 

“Topper. Kelce.” You direct your attention to them. “You should find better company to keep.”

You turn to leave, but Rafe’s hand encloses your wrist stopping you. He smirks looking down at you. 

“I don’t have time for this Rafe. I’m already late.”

“For what?” He asks, his breath fanning over your face. The smell of rum on his breath. “Do you have a date?!”

You frown and then try to tug your wrist free, but he doesn’t let go. “Charming as ever Rafe, but no I’m meeting your sister for lunch.”

“Sarah can wait, join us for a drink,” he gestures to the bar with his other hand that still clutches his drink.

“Thank you, but no.”

He shakes his head. “I’m starting to get the impression you think you are too good for us Princess.”

“Us implies the others, but it’s just you.” You try to tug free again, but he still doesn’t let go. “Rafe!”

“Yes, Princess?”

“Let me go. Now.”

He frowns before releasing you. “I’ll see you later okay? Maybe once you eat you’ll stop being such a bitch.”

There it was, your breaking point. Your hand connects with his face hard as you slap him. He stands stunned as you turn to leave him behind. You smile at Sarah once you get onto the deck. A sigh of relief comes from you as you join her at the table. 

“Your brother is inside, already drunk, and a complete dick.”

“Oh,” she murmurs glancing towards the window that looks into the bar. And he’s there, staring at you, a harsh look on his face and a red mark where you hit him evident. “Is he okay?”

“He called me a bitch so I slapped him,” you say quickly while spreading the napkin on your lap. 

“Whoa!”

You frown. “I didn’t enjoy it that much.”

She laughs and you join in before glancing as JJ steps up to the table.

“Ladies, what can I get for you?”

You study him. “Hey, Maybank. How’s life?”

He shrugs, studying you. “Less like a gilded cage.”

You bite your lip looking down at the menu while a blush paints itself across your neck and face and Sarah watches with interest. You had told him that’s how you felt during a kegger when you were wasted and kissing him. 

“I’ll have a salad with grilled chicken and the house dressing,” Sarah says after you don’t respond for a moment. You look up then. 

“Same.”

He nods, his blue eyes on you and he doesn’t leave to place the order until Sarah clears her throat. He turns then with a shake of his head. You look at Sarah who is staring at you with a knowing look. 

“Damn it,” you mutter, burying your face in your hands. She laughs squeezing your shoulder. 

“You ladies order already?” Rafe asks, plopping into the chair beside you opposite Topper who takes the other one. 

“Yes as a matter of fact we did,” Sarah says turning to her brother. “You should probably go sober up before you get thrown out.”

Rafe turns to you, quirking an eyebrow. “What? Are you going to slap me again?”

“Only if you deserve it,” you mutter and glance as JJ fills your water glass. He chuckles and that’s all it takes for Rafe to be out of his seat, hand fisting JJ’s shirt pulling him closer. You stand before Topper can and Sarah grabs his arm stopping him as well. You put as much of yourself between them. You take the pitcher from JJ passing it to Sarah who takes it. “Rafe, step away,” you say, your voice even. Sarah and you both look around the deck noticing people are turning to look. “Rafe, now.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” he seethes before his angry blue eyes flash to JJ who stands just behind you. His chest against your back and Rafe’s arm over your shoulder gripping his black polo shirt still. 

“I do because you are making a scene and if you want to keep coming here I suggest you do as I say.” You raise your hand to his chest and gently apply pressure. “My family donates more money than yours. Rafe, so help me, I will get you banned if you don’t walk away.”

He looks at you. “Are you protecting this dirty pogue right now Princess?”

“No,” you say raising your hand to his cheek. You touch where you had slapped him earlier. “I’m protecting you and the reputation of your family right now.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

“Rafe,” you say, tone sharper keeping his focus on yourself. “Let him go. He’s doing his job. That is it.”

Rafe looks at you. You smile weakly at him before slipping your other hand around his outstretched arm. You drag your hand up until to his bicep and squeeze lightly.

“Let him go, Rafe, please.” You soften your voice after you notice a manager and security coming up the stairs off to your left. “For me, please.”

He stares at you and you see his gaze soften. He lets JJ go and you glance at JJ. 

“Go to the kitchen JJ. I can’t stop them from firing you.”

He ducks his head and goes without another word, his jaw set in anger, but he goes. You turn back to Rafe. His hands grasp your waist now, staring at you hard. You shiver at everything unsaid in his expression. 

“Sarah, can I have a rain check?” You ask not breaking eye contact with him. 

“Sure.”

“Okay, come on,” you grasp Rafe’s hand and exit the deck and walk towards the golf course. You don’t look back, but you know they are all watching until you are out of sight. You stop once you are past the dunes and turn to Rafe. His lips are on yours. One of his hands tangles in your hair and the other falls to your waist pulling you as close as he can. You kiss him back, hands clinging to his shirt until the kiss ends, and then you step back. “Rafe, that’s not…” You wrap your arms around yourself before walking further away from him towards the water. He follows you and when you sit down and he joins you. You look at him. “What do you want from me?”

“Kelce told me what you said.”

You sigh looking back at the water. “Of course he did. He said he would.”

Rafe smiles while playing with a blade of tall grass he plucked from the sand. “I don’t like the way JJ looks at you.”

“I don’t like the way you treat JJ,” you respond right after. 

He frowns. “Do you like him?”

“What?!” You ask, looking at him again. He stares at you, waiting for the truth. “No. JJ and I had a moment earlier this summer, but it was just that 'a moment'. We made out at a party.”

“At The Boneyard?”

You bob your head. “A few too many beers.”

He smirks, “didn’t realize I missed a fun night.”

“Shut up.”

He laughs making you sigh. 

“JJ is a friend. I know you and the others are all about this kook versus pogue life, but I’m not and I won’t be.”

“Okay,” he responds chunking the piece of grass. “Who’s the better kisser though?”

You scoff, shaking your head, staring at the sunlight reflecting off the waves. “I’m not answering that.”

He grins, his hand pushing your hair behind your shoulder. “You can tell me. I won’t rub it in his face.”

“Rafe!” You scold looking at him. He smirks before dragging his finger down the side of your face, then to your chin, before hooking under your chin and guiding your lips back to his. You kiss him unable to stop from leaning into him. Your fingers curl into his shirt until you gently push him back an inch or so. “I meant what I said to Kelce.”

“I know,” he whispers, his nose brushing yours. “I promise to lay off JJ and do better, be better.”

You exhale before pecking his lips. “You are the better kisser.”

Part II

[bamboopanda27]

I might be in the minority here, but I gotta say, it's kind of disappointing to see so many negative reactions towards Silent Hill 2 Remake. I get that Konami doesn't exactly have the best track record with how they've handled the series in recent years. I understand that people have reservations about Bloober Team's involvement and why that is. I know that the original Silent Hill 2 is a very beloved game. And of course, people are entitled to their own opinions.

However, I feel like I see way too much of people just absolutely hating on something online these days, rather than waiting for it to come out and giving it a fair chance. I've lost track of all the times people have completely rallied against a game, show, movie, etc. based off just a few scenes or bits of dialogue. It takes more than that to truly experience and judge media for yourself.

In the case of Silent Hill 2 Remake, I've also already seen numerous rants about things like James having too much expression in certain scenes and being able to block/guard against attacks. I saw that first point floating around online after the teaser trailer released and that was literally the only information to go on. Now, people are complaining about how the combat looks. I feel like people are forgetting or neglecting that Silent Hill has never really had smooth combat. It's always been clunky and awkward to some extent. In my opinion, combat has consistently been the worst part of each Silent Hill game I've played. Story, characters, and atmosphere have been the much stronger parts for me. If anything, it looks like the combat in SH2R will still be an improvement from the original. Just from the brief clips shown in the gameplay trailer, it already appears to be much smoother and more modernized without being too action oriented.

Another thing that bothers me is the trailer even discloses the game is still in development. This isn't a finished product yet, and it's very possible the combat will be more polished once it's done. It could also have been changed quite a bit by then. I think people need to actually wait for the finished game to come out, then experience it for themselves. Like I said before, there's too much of bashing things without ever giving them a fair chance and instead assuming that they'll be terrible, awful, trash, and a myriad of other negative descriptors from the very beginning.

Maybe the game will turn out to be bad and I'll end up feeling disappointed by it. For now though, I'd rather give it the benefit of the doubt and believe it has the potential to be good. I'd rather wait to play the game myself and form my overall opinion on it then.

All this to say I'm frustrated by how quickly and easily people completely dismiss things without giving them a proper chance first. And specifically, it's frustrating to see how much of that type of sentiment has been directed towards Silent Hill 2 Remake, a game that's still in development and doesn't even have a release date yet. At this point, it honestly feels like some people are nitpicking every bit of information or footage that comes out and finding everything "wrong" with it that they possibly can.

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WITH YOU [3] HOPE CALLED GLENN RHEE

Daryl Dixon x OC (Charlie Reed)

Summary: Charlie makes her decision, but to stay alive she has to trust a man that she just met

Warnings: none really? they are killing walkers, but nothing too descriptive

Song: Girl On Fire Alicia Keys

A/N: Hello, hello :) Today I'll be posting two chapters, so the story could move a bit faster and we could move to the actual twd plotline.

DAYLIGHT ON WATTPAD

The hardest part of killing her first thing was that it had the face of a person that it used to be. Because Charlie still remembered how helpful Sam was and how they were going out on the dates. He was always smiling at her or offering her a hand while she was carrying something heavy. His eyes were always so warm and sweet, which was a contrast to the cold and absent ones that she saw as soon as she opened her door. It turned out that he really wanted her - even after he was dead.

Those stupid memories of those people and warm feelings for them were hard.

Killing wasn't hard at all.

Killing was easy.

She knew exactly where she was going because she was walking that way every day. Obviously, she couldn't use an elevator and it wasn't her plan. Charlie knew that near the elevator was a window and right under it was another building, smaller, so she could just jump on its roof and then go to another building and do exactly the same because one of them that was three blocks away had a ladder on its wall. Often when she was waiting for the elevator to come, she would just stand there and imagine that she was running from roof to roof and eventually walking down that wall.

The plan was simple.

Charlie was almost there, she saw the window. She left a trail of killed things - some of them were her neighbors and some of them were just random people, but then on her way appeared a little girl or at least she once was a little girl, her heart broke.

Lucy.

Lucy was her name. She was singing whenever Charlie saw her and often knocking on her doors to ask the most irrational questions.

"I'm sorry." she whispered as she put a knife through her skull.

Her little, lifeless body fell to her feet, and tears formed in the corner of her eyes, but there was no time to cry.

The first real problem was that the window didn't have a knob, so she couldn't open it as she wanted. She had to think quickly because more and more things were just at her heels.

"Think, think, think." she murmured to herself.

She looked around and saw something that she ignored before. In between elevator doors was sprawled one of her neighbors, now trying to reach her, but right next to his wanting hands she saw a big gun.

"Not this time." she said and before she could think twice she stepped on his head, crushing his skull and stepping on a mushy brain.

With her last will, she stopped herself from throwing up and reached for a gun. With one strong hit glass shattered on the floor. She inspected that new friends were coming closer and closer, so one more time she cleaned the frame from the remaining glass, and without a second thought she was in the air, not even looking down.

She would rather die as a bloody mess on some shitty roof rather than be the main course for some sticky faces.

With a breath of relief, she landed on a sheet metal. She took a breath of relief, her hands and legs were shaking as she stood up. It was crazy. But her plan worked and that was probably even more crazy. Her happiness didn't last long, because right behind her she heard metal thudding.

Things had the same idea as her because they were falling from the window like rain. Her heart dropped and she wanted to scream out of frustration.

"You've got to be kidding me."

So without thinking, she started to run and jump from building to building. Honestly, she didn't have time to even think about what she was doing, she just wanted to run as far as possible.

Everything felt so surreal.

How has her life changed so much in just a couple hours? How it was so easy to walk around with a knife and kill those things. Just yesterday she was shitting her pants at just their sound. What happened to her?

Another problem appeared as she came to accomplishing step three of her Master Plan. Actually, she didn't believe that even the first step would work out, so she was really unprepared.

As she looked down she saw so many of them. They were all stretching their arms in her direction- the noise that she created jumping on that steel probably brought them all. She had to walk down because her old friends were just behind her. She sighed and just walked down some steps, so those above her and those below wouldn't catch her.

"What now?" she asked herself, but she didn't have to wait for long.

She looked up after she heard a thud - just like before those ugly faces started falling down and there was not much to scrape from the asphalt. Then she looked down at the uglies below her and almost threw up.

"Dinner's ready." she whispered, sure that sooner or later she would fall and be a snack.

She couldn't just shoot them, because in a minute she would have three times more at least. She was stuck for good.

As Charlie just hung there and almost lost her hope, something loud echoed between the buildings. All the dead turned their heads and slowly started walking in that direction. She slowly lowered down and as quietly as possible she started to run in the opposite direction to the pack.

When she ran around the corner she felt something that felt like the human body. She was ready to stab it with her knife, but before she did the thing that she wanted to stab opened its mouth.

"Hey." a man raised his hands up as if to show her that he was harmless. "Hey. Don't kill me. I don't want to hurt you."

Charlie lowered her gun.

"I have a car just outside of the city." he said and Charlie nodded her head.

And that's how she created step three of her Master Plan. She just had to get to the car and drive as far as she could from the city. She wouldn't kill the man, because of the way he looked at her and tried to calm her down. He was a good man and even just leaving him on the road would be heartless.

"Run." he said and started doing just that.

Just this one word was enough for her and she didn't even blink. The only thing that was in her way was that stupid bag on her shoulder and with the chance that she could be dead soon, she just wanted to leave this damn thing and run faster after the Asian boy.

"It's not far." he said.

At that moment it doesn't matter. Charlie could run through across the country without losing her breath just so those things wouldn't get her. She decided that she was not dying today and she would hold to that. They were running and killing some of them on the way when they were suddenly walking from around the corner. It was all happening so fast and almost as if they were on autopilot.

When she couldn't hear his steps anymore, she stopped and looked behind. He was trapped and Charlie had two options: she could just run as fast as she could or she could go back and help him.

The choice was pretty obvious.

She found something and threw this across the street, so most of them turned from her company and followed the noise. Charlie jogged to the trapped Asian and without thinking she started stabbing things in their heads. Once again she wasn't thinking much, but with shaking hands, she was doing whatever her mind was telling. She gave him her hand, so he could stand on his own feet. 

"Hey you," she called him. "Take it." she gave him one of her knives.

Now he could defend himself and help her. Soon they killed enough of them, so their way was clear, they could just continue their run. But they kept appearing like mushrooms after the rain.

"Duck down!" the man commanded.

She did as she was told and an Asian boy shot about a dozen of things. She opened her eyes wider as she realized that he was a good shot and that he had a gun- and her knives.

"Let's go. There's no time."

She nodded and started running again.

Soon they were out of Atlanta, near the entrance to the highway. That's when she saw a red truck she sped up and passed a still unknown man. Charlie threw her bag on a pack of the car and pointed her gun at the man.

"Drop your gun." she commanded. "Do it now!"

"What the..." he raised his arms. "Seriously? I helped you when you were stuck on that ladder."

Charlie narrowed her eyes.

"You helped me?"

He sighed, but still had his arms up.

"Well duh."

She started to have the sting of remorse. Maybe that man was good and they would stay together, help each other, and just get through all of this.

"I need this car." she said. For the first time in a long time, she heard her own voice, hoarse from not being used in days.

"Me too." he said. "Where do you want to go? Just drop me at my camp and you can take the car. I have supplies for my people, there are children."

She lowered her gun but still held her finger on the trigger.

"You have a camp?"

"Yeah. There are around twelve people? Maybe less, maybe more. I'm not sure." said the Asian boy. "We have food." he gestured towards the car. "It's in the quarry, there's the forest around and a lake nearby. My people are okay, they won't hurt you."

She still looked at him not sure.

"Okay." he sighed. "Where do you want to go? Do you have a plan?"

She didn't.

Her Master Plan ended right here, right now. If she had a car she would probably go to her hometown and check her old house, but why? Until she went out and saw what was really going on the streets, when they weren't locked up, she had hope. Now she was sure that her parents were dead, there was no other option. Maybe her brothers made it and they are out there, but how she could possibly find them?

"Let me help you."

She let go of her gun and rested her back on a car, breathing heavily. Suddenly she felt hot and dizzy from all the running and adrenaline leaving her body. Realization hit her. Closing her eyes was the only way of holding back tears and calming her emotions. But soon enough she started crying, overwhelmed by the emotions.

He walked up to her with arms still up in the air.

"Hey, hey, hey. Shhh." he whispered calmly. "It's okay. We're safe. You're safe." he said. "We made it."

Charlie looked at him and wiped the tears, sniffing her nose. She felt awful that she wanted to hurt this guy, leave him all alone, and after all this he was so good to her, trying to comfort her.

"Can we go?" he asked.

She nodded her head.

Asian boy sighed with relief and also nodded his head. Just at this moment, he was sure they were safe, as his new friend didn't point her gun at him.

Soon they were belting down the highway towards the camp, which was in a direction known just by him. A nice breeze was blowing her hair and the farther from the city the less they could smell rooting corpses. And that was nice. Even though a small stinge of pain went through her heart as she looked in the side-view mirror at Atlanta receding. 

She felt safe and at ease after so long. He was the first person that she could talk to, he was a real person.

"What's your name? he asked finally as he felt safe.

She looked at him with a small smile.

"Charlie Reed.

"Nice to meet you." he smiled. "I'm Glenn Rhee."

"Thank you for helping me back there." she said. "And I'm sorry for pointing a gun at you."

He shook his head.

"No worries." he shrugged. "I would do the same if I were you. No offense taken, we're good. Aren't we?" he looked at her.

She nodded.

"We are."

"I'm just glad that you didn't kill me." he breathed out.

"I'm glad too." she answered."But can I ask you a question?" While he nodded she opened her mouth again."How did you find me?"

"And that's a very good question." he said. "I was on my way back when I saw someone jumping on the roofs. It was crazy."

She smiled even wider now that he started chatting as if they had known each other for the longest time.

"Yeah. It was pretty crazy." she nodded with a smile.

"Your name should be Rambo or something like that."

Charlie laughed out loud at his comment. When the car fell silent, she just looked out of the window and closed her eyes, feeling at peace. Now it had to be just better. Glenn was nice so his friends at the camp should be just the same, right?

While the car stopped she wasn't so sure about it anymore.

She saw men pointing their guns at them and women trying to hide their children in case she and Glenn were some kind of danger. She decided that she would wait for an Asian boy to get out of the car first because the last thing she wanted was to get shot after all she had gone through.

"Hey guys!" Glenn said."It's me."

Kids were looking from behind their mothers curiously and they let them, losing their grip on them. The men relaxed a bit but were still ready to shoot. That wasn't very tempting to get out.

"Please calm down." said Glenn one more time, his arms raised up in a calming way."She's a friend." he said out loud to his people, but then he turned to her and whispered."Charlie come on."

She sighed and got out of the car.

"Don't move!" yelled a man in a cop uniform.

Guns pointed straight at her, so she raised her hands in surrender. Will she become a prisoner now? Was it better than being alone in her apartment?

"Guys come on." Glenn groaned. "She saved my life. She was alone for this whole time."

She just let Glenn do the talking because she really didn't want to die today. Besides they wouldn't believe any word that would come out of mouth.

Next to a cop was a man with dark hair who was slightly overweight and at the right side of the cop were two rednecks. Besides them, there was an old man in a bucket hat standing on top of the RV. They blocked almost the whole view for a camp, but she could see that behind them stood two more men.

"Glenn brought snacks." said one of the rednecks and licked his lips.

She grimaced and took a look at the other one, who was holding a bow. His eyes were stuck on her and never left her body almost as if she was a deer or something. His posture was all tense and he looked like one of those guys that girls are scared to pass on the street. But his eyes were soft and she could say that he was nothing like the man on his left. She could say that the man with a crossbow was as disgusted by the comment as she was. 

"I don't want any troubles." Charlie said louder, looking at all of them."I just want to survive. Just like you."

Her voice broke down as she was saying this because reality just hit her even harder.

"Let go. She's scared." said an old man on top of the RV.

As they were all letting go of their weapons she breathed with relief for the hundredth time this day. As she leaned her hands on the hood of a car, she caught Glenn's eyes and his wide smile.

She let out a small laugh and shook her head. Charlie still had hope and apparently, her hope was called Glenn Rhee.

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His Words of Affirmation (Akaashi Keiji x Insecure!Reader)

"You're you, not them, and I choose you"

Synopsis: an insecure Y/N who hides when Akaashi's surrounded by his fans when he never tells her to hide. From all of her insecurity, he never stops to comfort her, even though she never tells him to.

TW: Self-Insecurity, Fluff, Comfort, Slice of Life

Word Count: 1100+

©noonajoe (Published on 7 March 2023 - 23:21 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

Akaashi is a really great person, he has a part-time contract as a model and also he’s studying at Tokyo University majoring in Science. But thanks to you, he managed to achieve all of them. When he was 17, he was a shy person, charismatic, yet he tends to take a normal life, just playing volleyball as he likes, and studying normally, he didn’t even think a little to be the best in his class. He just managed it equally. When he met you, you didn’t have many friends back then, with your tall-chubby appearance, 178cm tall, with about 70kg weight, you always find girls shorter than you, it’s rather 2; they are scared of your height, or just find you not pretty.

They were dating since she was 18 and he was 17, Y/N is the reason behind Akaashi’s success, she is one year older than him. She always studied with him and taught him subjects that had been taught to her as his upperclassman. She was a volleyball team manager when Akaashi’s 1st year, so it’s been a journey for them. She is also the one who finds Akaashi’s potential in modeling, so she always took pictures of him and taught him some model poses, convincing him that he would be a really great to be model. He found Y/N to be really supportive, emotionally understanding, and insightful, he felt an intense self-growth and comfort around her.

One day Akaashi finished his photoshoot late than usual, hurrying up before the cake shop closed. He wants to surprise his girlfriend, but some fans block him from going to the store, begging for autographs and selfies.

“Akaashi san! Please sign here”

“Akaashi san can I take a picture with you?”

“Akaashi san you’re so handsome, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Uh, my apologies ladies, can you please not push me here?” He really doesn’t care to answer any of their questions. Until he saw tall, black hair, and a beautiful figure, his girlfriend are standing further from him. She saw his boyfriend surrounded by many girls whom she know that are his fans.

“Y/N-”

She quickly hides behind the store corner, she didn’t want his fans to see him. He is confused, he never tells her to hide, even in front of his fans. And this is the first time she saw him surrounded by many girls, she must be shocked, but why hide?

After escaping from the girls telling them to go home, Akaashi is pretty strict reminding them. And when they left, he runs over to see her, still waiting in the corner. 

“Sweet?” he asked, panting, reaching her, really blaming himself because of him she have to hide like this.

“Uh… Are they gone?”

“Yeah… Sorry for that, but why did you hide, hon?”

“... Because you almost call my name”

“Yeah, but why hiding?”

“It will be gossip, Keiji. It could ruin your career”

“Sweet, I’m just a part-time contract model, I’m not that even famous, and I’m sure those girls just impulsively saw me in some cover magazine”

“Don’t say that. It could be your permanent career, you know?” she laughs.

They walk together to their apartment. It’s not far, but Keiji really needs to go to the bakery/cake shop.

“...”

“...”

“Sweet, what’s wrong?” He took her hand, it’s 4C at night so he could feel the cold.

“Hehe, it’s just, nice to see you improved so much as a model… Those girls are the proof” she said, playfully grabbing his hand.

“You should thank yourself then, hon.” he smiled. “You are my first photographer, remember? No one can change that fact”

...

 “....Is that your honest feeling now, hon? Because from my eyes, you want to tell me something else” he tilted his head closer to her.

“Mhm, it’s okay, I mean… today it’s my birthday, and suddenly I saw those pretty girls, well when I saw that, what if one of them is your-”

Okay he knows where this conversation will drive to.

“No, I’ll stop, I know you are going to be sad if I tell you my insecurities-”

“No. Don’t” he drags her close, making sure her face looks at him.

“What?” she still smiled, looking at him dearly

“It’s okay, hon. Just tell me, but one thing for sure, you’re not them, none of them” he grabs her hand tightly, making sure she’s secure. Y/N tries really hard to be pretty, to be skinny, a standard that Keiji never agrees to. She really wants to be better to deserve him, but Keiji never forcing herself to that. Just having the spirit to always enlighten his mood, always comfort Keiji when he's sad, always supporting him with meals and kisses when he goes to work late or coming home late because of college projects, more importantly her willingness not to give up on challenges at their lowest point on their relationship. All of them are more than enough to make him want to stay with her until the end of the day.

He looked her in the eye and start praising her, through their sadness and joy,

“For last 5 years of relationship, each day I woke up for 3 years living together, I never think twice when I look at you, you know?” he tells her, it’s true, he never look at Y/N physically as standard for being a girlfriend.

“I know, girls are fragile and insecure, its our job as men to always comfort and make you secure. I am lucky to have you because I always feel enough, just us, even if I’m not a model or a science student that so many people praised my successful journey, they would never know that behind those, there is you, the only reason I survive through my journey, the only reason why I’m still happy going through my journey”

“Okay Keiji, stop- we’re in the middle in-” she almost cries herself up.

“I love you, my sweet. And I always will. I know my words of affirmation are only helping you temporarily, but I’m here permanently for you. I’ll explore many things to make you feel better so you can go through your sadness. Don’t feel bad about making me tired because of your insecurity, I choose to comfort you, it’s my duty.” He hugs her because she literally crying right now :(. For 5 years she still has insecurities and sadness, but she tried her best to always comfort herself through that. She is happy to accompany him, happy to create crafts with him and she is happy to cook for him.

“Keiji you’re so bad… Making me cry and my tears are freezing my face right now :(“ she releases her head from his hug. 

“Haha, sorry sweet” he caresses her cold tears, her face swollen that quick because of the cold weather.

Crap, it’s already 10 PM and the lights around the street start to turn off.

“Well, I guess bakeries already closed up right now, I’m really sorry I ruin your birthday into a fountain of tears, hon,” he said, still hugging her tight.

“Nah, it’s okay. Your words of affirmation is just more than enough for my 23rd birthday. Thank you, hon” she answers him, giving him a peck of a kiss.

“Shall we go home now?” He grabs her hand tightly.

“Yeah! Sure” she happily walks with him.