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cosmiic-world · 21 days ago

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i can handle it — sylus

cw: angst and fluff, stubborn and insecure reader, worried sylus, reader gets injured, inspired by death and rebirth main story update.

you were so sure you could handle it. you needed to be able to handle it. your chest rose and fell harshly as you panted for air, the huge wanderer in front of you not budging at all.

anger rose in you as you remember captain jenna’s face when you said you’d take this job. your grip on your sword tightened as her words bounced around in your head. “are you sure you can do this? it’s a two person job.”

you let out a grunt as you raised your sword, about to attack when pain suddenly blooms in your side and the sudden force makes you topple and lose your balance. before you could land on the floor, your hand caught your fall, allowing you to quickly get back up.

a wanderer had appeared behind you and you were too caught up in your own thoughts to even notice. typical. you wanted to prove to everyone that you could handle missions yourself, you were strong enough, but as always, you proved them right.

your looked down to see a deep gash on your side, quickly staining your white uniform red. your hand came down to the wound to apply pressure on it, soft whimpers escaping you as pain blossomed all over your torso.

just as you were about to raise your sword to deflect the wanderer’s attack, a red-black mist surrounds it, your eyes widening. “no.. no, no, no, no, no!” you yelled, tears springing to your eyes.

you attempted to drag your feet away from the scene, but the familiar warmth of the red-black mist surrounds you as it wraps around your limbs, holding you in place as the rest of it took care of the wanderers you almost lost your life to.

your head hung in defeat as your attempts to free yourself proved useless. you heard the crunch of gravel approaching and you didn’t even look up, not even when those familiar shoes were right in your field of vision.

without a word, his evol lifted you into his warm gentle embrace, the scent of amber and tobacco coaxing your tense muscles to relax. you melted into his arms, your tears falling silently as your body shook with your silent cries. you didn’t want to seem weak. you couldn’t. you instead buried your face into his chest, shame filling you as he carried you to the onychinus base.

once inside, he set you down on his bed. still silent, he went to grab the first aid kit that was kept in the bathroom, opening it and setting it down right beside you. as he reached for its contents, he gently moved your hand away. “darling. let me.” he said softly, his voice filling you with a sense of comfort.

“i got it..” you mumbled as you quickly grabbed the kit with a wince as more blood dripped from your wound, the motion making the pain worsen.

“you can’t even grab it without wincing, i don’t think you ‘got it’.” he said, gently grabbing the kit from you. he watched as you hung your head in defeat, your shoulders shaking. “let me do this for you.”

without another word, you gently lifted your shirt enough for the wound to be treated. you bit your lip as he applied medicine to it, supressing your whimpers of pain as he treated it with gentle fingers.

once he was done wrapping your wound, he gently carried you and pulled you against him, making you lay on his chest as he laid down on his bed. he let out a soft shaky sigh as his hand came up to play with your hair. “you don’t know how worried i was when mephisto told me you were in danger.” he said, his tone laced with a hint of worry.

“i…” you gulped down the lump in your throat, “i thought i had it..” you blinked away your tears, biting your lip before forcing yourself to look up at him. your breath hitched as your eyes met his teary ones. “i’m sorry..” you whispered out, your gaze falling down.

“it’s okay to need help, my love.” he said, gently kissing your head as it came down to rest on his chest again. “i’m here for you, always.”

“i don’t wanna be.. weak.” you mumbled out.

“you are not weak, kitten. we just need more training, and that is okay.” he said reassuringly, his fingers now idly tracing random shapes against your scalp. “call me whenever you need help. that is what i’m here for.”

“okay, sy…” you whispered out as you began to cry once again, burying your face further against his chest, almost as if you wanted to melt into him.

“i love you, kitten.” he whispered, planting the warmest, gentle kiss on your head.

“i love you too, sylus.” you whispered, closing your eyes and succumbing to sleep.

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lieslab · 15 days ago

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War of hearts

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Pairing: Minho X gn reader

Summary: An argument with your boyfriend leads to you trying to prove a point.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 2.1k

A/N: I'm back to writing requests and Minho is so black cat coded and this request felt like a great way to show that off. Thank you for requesting it, requestee <3

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“This is all your fault,” Minho mumbled from the driver’s seat. Beside you, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared into the distance.

“My fault? This is my fault? Maybe if you wouldn’t have driven over a pile of glass in the middle of the street and went around it, we wouldn’t be sitting here stuck.”

“And maybe you should have put back my spare tire after you hijacked the one I had.”

“Fuck off!” You snapped angrily. “Is it too much to want to spend time with you? You’ve been so busy, all I wanted was one date with my-”

“And what kind of date is a movie? When we sit there at the screen, ignoring each other, pretending we’re enjoying our time together when we’re not? You’re bullshiting yourself.”

He leaned over to look at you. “If you would have waited until this weekend, I would have taken you out properly. Not to some stupid cheesy romance movie. I could have taken you out to dinner and we would have had a decent time together, but you’re about as stubborn as a goddamn mule.”

Your fists curled and your nostrils flared. Your blood boiled and in that moment, you hated him. You hated Minho and his perpetual need for razor-sharp truths. The arrogance that rolled off him in acidic waves when he grew angry.

You didn’t know how glass scattered all over the road, but you knew a piece embedded itself in one of the front tires. An angry hiss filled the air and he heard it because his window was down. He pulled over along the side of the road to find his tire slowly deflating. A sharp shard, covered in dust and grime, protruded from the tire.

At first, he considered patching the hole, but then he realized he didn’t have his tire patching kit. He gave it to Changbin when he hit a nail coming into the company’s parking lot. He headed around to the trunk to find a spare, but the empty space mocked him. Too swept up in life, you hadn’t replaced the spare. Your own car suffered from a flat two weeks ago. You replaced it, but you’d forgotten to replace the spare in the back of his car.

It sat at home, back behind the house, hidden away against the far wall of the garage. You planned on getting to it, but you hadn’t. Both of you were following your own career paths. It remained forgotten about and when you did remember, Minho had his car out and about. A never ending cycle that happened to catch up with you today.

So the both of you sat stuck in the car. An empty field to your left and your right. Craving something new, you wanted to go to the theater in another town. It sounded good, but now you were stuck here. Minho called a company to tow the vehicle, but they said it could be a while before someone arrived.

To make it worse, wind pushed gray misery-stained clouds above your heads. Your phone vibrated with a notification five minutes ago. A thunderstorm swept your way and the two of you were trapped in the middle of nowhere. You wanted to call someone to come get the two of you, but Minho refused.

Too stubborn and upset, he sat there glaring at everything, like the empty fields with tangled weed patches that pulsed with fine lines of dirt. Freshly plowed, they awaited a new batch of seeds and another growing season from farmers’ calloused hands. The rolling skies, hung with spring humidity, and scented with an approaching ozone.

He even glared at you and that hurt the worst. Too stressed and frustrated, sometimes he lashed out. He didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, but he couldn’t manage the whirlpool of his own. They built up and spiraled, raining down on both of you, and soaking you with misery. In the eye of his own storm, he didn’t know how to stop.

He never meant the words, but they came out and cracked through the atmosphere. Your physical feelings, they became an afterthought more than anything. You sat here, letting his words soak your brain, causing you to feel worse.

At first, it was a lingering hurt and a brush of sadness. His hand balled into a fist and slammed into the car horn. A sharp thud and brief beep. You flinched, sucking in a sharp breath. Hot tears built behind your eyes and then you swallowed the lump in your throat.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry I didn’t put the stupid fucking tire back, but I’m not sorry for wanting to watch a stupid cheesy romantic film with my boyfriend. I wanted to watch it with you because I hoped it’d remind you of what we’re supposed to have. So if that makes me a terrible and awful person then-”

“Are you seriously making yourself the victim in this scenario?”

“Go to hell, Minho.”

“If that means I’m away from you and your childish tantrum, then it will be my pleasure.”

You reached over, grabbed your car handle, and shoved the door open. You didn’t look to see if there was traffic, you just acted. Impulsive. Reckless. Foolish. Minho called after you, but you slammed the door, cutting off his words.

Your phone sat in the back of your jeans. Dressed in a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, you started to walk back from the direction you came. Minho watched you from the rearview mirror of his car and huffed. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He shoved his door open and stuck his head from the car. “Where the hell are you going? Get back here!”

“I’m going home!”

“You’re going to be soaked and catch a cold.”

“I don’t care.” You kept walking, not bothering to turn towards him.

“So you’re walking away? What is this? Your way of breaking up with me?”

“Sure. Happily. Consider this my good-bye.” You reached behind you and flashed him the middle finger.

“You are such a brat.”

“And you’re an asshole.”

“You know what? Fine. Fine! You want to act childish? Go ahead. Have fun walking home. Don’t bother coming back into the car.” He jerked open the door, shoved himself inside, and slammed it shut so hard, it rattled the vehicle.

Grumbles filled the interior. He glared at the sky once more, cursing the slow tow-truck. He flipped off the pile of glass on the opposite side of the road. Despite his anger, he kept an eye on your wavering form in his rearview mirror.

He was right about one thing, you were stubborn as a mule.

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You lost track of your trek. One foot in front of another. One step and then another and then another and then another. Icy rain fell from the gates of heaven at some point. It restricted your view and left you feeling like a disoriented victim of waterboarding.

Could a person drown while walking through the rain? Ice soaked your skin. It slipped down your bare arms. Your t-shirt clung to your torso. By the time you made it home, you’d barely be able to free yourself from the jeans.

You walked and walked and walked. Along that barren road, the fields ended a distance ago. How far had you walked? One mile? Five? You didn’t know anything, but the distant roar of thunder and the occasional flash of lightning from the corner of your eye. The further you went, the more you wished you would have shut up and stayed in Minho’s car.

The leather padded seats with the seat warmers. You could have played a game on your phone, or fell asleep while you waited. He would have cooled off and apologized. Things would have gotten better. Neither of you got into fights all the time, but when they happened, they were nasty.

He probably blew up your phone in your back pocket. You weren’t going to answer it. Would your phone die in the rain? Was there service here? Empty sprouts of faded yellow grass. Someone either forgot to fertilize, the soil was bad, or the grass had been soaked in something that killed its growth. Regardless, puke yellow wasn’t a great color to look at while you shivered from rain.

Your fingers shook and your teeth chattered. Droopy eyes and a tipped head. You hadn’t seen a car since you left him. Nobody passed by, so nobody stopped to ask you if you were okay. You shivered uncontrollably, quivering, trying to keep your organs warm. Why did cold rain do that? It chilled you to the bone.

Occasionally, a foot nearly slipped out from beneath you. Soaked grass and the sopping wet bottoms of your rubber soles didn’t help. Wind picked up and your eyes squeezed shut. The direction of the downpour changed and flicked to the side. You jerked to the side, trying to hide your face from the unforgiving water. It soaked the side of your head instead.

Beneath the roar of the untethered storm, a humming engine. You pulled back from the road, hoping the driver could see through frantic windshield wipes. You were a good distance away from the road, so hopefully, they wouldn’t hit you. With a sniffle, you stepped back further.

An engine idled and a window rolled. “Get in the car, you idiot. You’re soaked and working on catching a cold.”

“Leave me alone, Minho. I’m fine. I’m going home. I’ll get there at some point.”

“There are flood warnings and the wind is supposed to increase. Get in the car, so we can go home. Don’t make me get out of this car and come get you.”

“I thought the car was getting towed.”

“The guy had a patch kit, so I asked him if he could patch it instead.”

You sniffled and wiped at your face. It didn’t do anything, besides smear more water all over you. Turned away from his car, you still hadn’t faced him. He called your name and you hesitated, but finally spun around. Your eyes sat teary and red.

“Come on,” his voice softened, “come back so you can get warm.”

Your head tipped in defeat and you finally nodded. He pressed the unlock button and the doors clicked open. You headed around to the passenger’s seat and climbed inside. He didn’t lecture you for getting rain water everywhere.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke after a few moments of silence. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you for something so stupid. I know I haven’t been the best significant other lately.”

You stayed silent, blinking rapidly, and staring out the window. Freezing cold, your bottom lip trembled, partly because you were trying not to cry, and because you felt miserable. Your sass-filled ego had taken a nosedive as well. You were nearly twenty minutes from home by car, walking home would have taken forever.

The gear shift moved and Minho turned the wheel. You both rode in silence until he broke it again. “When we get home, do you want to order takeout? We can get food and watch one of those romance movies from a streaming service.”

“We don’t have to.”

“I want to. I want to make up for being so…”

“Dickish?”

“Dickish, yeah. I don’t want to break up with you. I’ve never wanted to break up with you. I’ve been having a horrible time lately, but I see that I need to manage it better. You shouldn’t have felt that you had to walk alone in a thunderstorm.”

“I don’t want to break up with you either. I should be apologiz-”

“Don’t do that. Calling me names was valid. I deserved that.” His fingers gripped tighter around the wheel. He flicked the turn signal and let out a sigh. “I deserve far more than that, honestly, but I’m glad I found you.”

“If I go home and dry off, can we cuddle?”

He glanced over, letting his eyes catch yours. “Is that what you want?”

“I mean, you don’t have to if you’re not feeling up to it.”

“When was the last time we held each other?”

You shrugged, unsure of the answer.

“Okay, but if you try to tickle me, I’m going to bite you.”

A small smile quipped up from the side of your lips. “I’m not going to tickle you. Not tonight, I don’t think I have it in me.” You reached a hand for his empty one, wanting to hold it.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

He let his fingers slip through yours, relishing in the coolness of your palm, silently thanking the universe that the rain washed away your temporary anger and he didn’t have to hog-tie you to get you back home.

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nimbusclan · 3 months ago

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Moon 8

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Halfway around the world lies the one thing that you want

Buried in the ground, hundreds of miles down

Fogfreckle hasn’t stopped shuffling around since sundown. Moonstar may not have her eyes open, nose tucked firmly into her tail, but she can tell that he hasn’t stopped moving because the constant shff shff sound of him shifting around in his nest is driving her to madness.

Willing sleep to come just a little bit faster, Moonstar flattens her ears as close to her head as she can get them and fluffs her tail up against her face.

Shff, shff.

Fed up, Moonstar uncurls her tail from her face and sits bolt upright, mouth open to shout at her brother to just lay still already, but Fogfreckle cuts her off by springing quite suddenly to his paws. Having not seen him do much more than curl in a ball for two entire moons, the sight shocks Moonstar into stillness.

“I can’t,” he meows into the darkness. “I can’t do it. I’m not going to suffocate in this– this– cave for another heartbeat. I’m going hunting.”

Moonstar’s annoyance flees from her immediately, like a mouse slipping from her claws. “Wait–” She scrambles to her paws, panic overtaking her as Fogfreckle reaches around to grab the edge of his cobweb wrappings in his teeth. “Wait, don’t! You can’t– what if your wounds open back up–”

With a wild tug, Fogfreckle rips at his cobwebs, pulling the sticky strands away from his fur. He keeps going, yanking at them, agitation and annoyance etched in the sharp lines of his thin limbs. Moonstar reaches for him, attempts to get him to stop, and Fogfreckle spins around with his hackles fluffed out and swipes at her. Narrowly dodging the reach of his claws, Moonstar gasps, retreating.

For a heartbeat, both cats stare at each other, tension thick in the air between them.

“Stop treating me like I’m a helpless kit,” Fogfreckle spits, torn cobwebs hanging from his jaws. They lay tattered against his white fur in shredded strands. “I’m fine! I don’t need you to– to play medicine cat at me! Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!”

His words sweep against Moonstar like a cliffside gust, the hurt they bring almost physically pushing her back. “I… I…” Several emotions cycle through her in the space of a single heartbeat, until it finally settles into a pulsing anger that crackles over her pelt like lightning. “I’m only trying to help! I’m looking out for you– we only have each other, in case you’ve forgotten,” she snaps, voice nasty, horrible satisfaction welling within her as the words strike her brother and he recoils. “We left the rest of our family behind, buried under a landslide!”

“As if I could forget!” Fogfreckle explodes. His reflective eyes are almost as sharp as the claws he’s sinking into the earth. “I can’t– I was useless to help them, and I’ve been useless for moons to help you, letting you go out on your own every day, when I’m the only one left who can keep you safe!”

All of the anger rushes out of Moonstar, fast as a roaring river, as she stares at her brother, heart shattering.

“I’m just–” he continues, yowls bouncing off of the boulders around them. “Sitting around in this dark hole, doing nothing from sunrise to sunset, wasting time we could be using to find a new camp and you– if something happened– I could lose you, too– Moonstar, I wouldn’t even know–” Fogfreckle breaks off on a hiccuping sob, voice losing its volume as it takes on a shaky quality and he ducks his head, hiding his pained expression from his sister.

Moonstar stares at her brother’s shaking shoulders. Guilt claws at her insides for the words she spat at her brother, the memory of her lost Clanmates sitting like a stone in her throat.

“Fogfreckle… I can handle myself,” Moonstar mews quietly. “I can handle both of us! Look at me,” she says, gesturing to herself with a sweep of her tail. “I’m here, aren’t I? I’m fine! I’ve been hunting for us for moons and I’m fine. You’re the one that’s hurting, and I’m– you need to let me take care of you sometimes, too.”

After a heartbeat of silence, Fogfreckle mews with a wet, broken voice, “you’re an awful excuse for a hunter. But,” he adds, flicking his eyes towards her, “you’re a pretty good sister.”

A bubble of incredulous laughter escapes Moonstar before she can stop it. She can’t even be mad about the hunting bit – he’s right. She hopes he’s right about the sister part, too. She butts her head against her brother’s with a purr.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” Fogfreckle whispers.

“Where did you get that from? We protect each other. I’m sorry for fussing over you so much, just–” Moonstar releases a huff of breath and sits back heavily on her haunches. Her tail swishes the ground. She waits until Fogfreckle sits across from her with a shaky sigh. “I worry about you, too. It doesn’t make you any less brave to need help. I worry about you because I care about you– not because I think you can’t deal with it on your own. Not because I think you’re weak.” Fogfreckle’s mouth twists into a grimace as he casts his eyes to the side, avoiding Moonstar’s gaze. A weak smile lifts the corner of her muzzle. She’ll never get her brother to admit out loud how much stress he puts on himself trying to stay responsible for the both of them, but she knows now. She knows.

She pushes herself to her paws and gestures at Fogfreckle with her tail. “Well, we’re not getting any sleep now. You’re seriously up for hunting?”

Clearly relieved at being rescued from having to talk about his feelings in any further detail, Fogfreckle twists around to pull the remaining shreds of cobwebbing from his back. He licks his fur into place, carefully covering the freshly healed pink marks of where the eagle had sunk its talons into him. “I can hunt. It doesn’t even look that bad anymore, see?”

Moonstar smiles. Thank StarClan she doesn’t have to do a botch job wrapping him with fresh cobwebs anymore; she’s really not cut out for it.

With a stretch, she pads from under the boulders, pleased beyond relief that they won’t have to spend another night under these suffocating press of rocks. “Let’s go hunting, then.”

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paucubarsisimp · 2 months ago

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Soooo I have a Hector Fort request...Reader is from the U.S and her friend is on the womens Barcelona team. Reader goes to visit her friend, and Hector sees her and is like who is she and is asking around about her, but if you don't want to do it that is totally fine I literally love your writing sm.

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pairing: hector fort x reader

summary: im which you meet hector while visiting your best friend

warnings: none!

a/n: i don't like it, probably gonna rewrite it

you weren’t supposed to catch anyone’s attention.

you were just visiting barcelona for two weeks, staying with your best friend salma during a break in your own schedule. the city was gorgeous, warm in that early-spring kind of way, and you were just grateful for time off. no responsibilities. no stress. just fresh air, café con leche, and hanging out with your favorite person.

well… your favorite person until someone new entered the chat.

you first noticed him on your third day.

you were sitting on the edge of the practice pitch, sipping from a water bottle while the barça femení team wrapped up training. salma was in beast mode as usual — all speed and precision, leaving defenders trailing — but your focus drifted as a few of the first-team guys walked past on their way to recovery.

one of them slowed.

he had dark curls, loose and a little windswept, and a curious kind of gaze — sharp, but soft at the same time. he was wearing a training kit with “32” on the shorts, and his eyes found yours for a split second.

he smiled. not a grin. not a smirk. just something subtle. a “hi, i see you” kind of smile.

you looked away instantly, cheeks heating.

but he didn't.

from across the pitch, he leaned over to pau, murmuring something. pau looked your way and shrugged, clearly amused.

“hector’s asking about you,” salma said casually later, peeling an orange with her fingers. “he asked if you were a player or just a really pretty visitor.”

you choked on your drink. “he said that?”

“more or less. i added the pretty part because it’s true.” she tossed a wedge into her mouth. “but yeah. he’s into it.”

you saw him again the next day.

this time at the gym, where you were tagging along with salma for her recovery session. you stayed off to the side, earbuds in, flipping through your playlist, when a voice pulled you out of your focus.

“hey. you’re salma’s friend, right?”

you looked up — and there he was.

hector in a gray barça training tee, curls damp, cheeks a little flushed from whatever circuit he’d just finished.

“yeah,” you said, pulling out one earbud. “i’m y/n.”

“i’m hector,” he said, even though you both knew you already knew that.

you smiled. “i’ve heard.”

he raised a brow. “all good things, i hope.”

you nodded slowly, playing along. “depends who you ask.”

he laughed, eyes crinkling. “can i ask you instead?”

you blinked. “me?”

“yeah,” he said, resting a hand on the edge of the weight rack. “i feel like you’ve been here a few days now, and i’d kind of like to get to know you. if that’s okay.”

you tried not to smile too much. failed a little.

“you’re asking me out?”

he shrugged. “depends. are you saying yes?”

you looked at him, really looked — he was young, but there was a confidence in his voice that didn’t feel forced. just calm. curious.

“coffee,” you said. “but you have to pick the place.”

“deal,” he grinned. “you drink iced, don’t you?”

you squinted. “how’d you guess?”

he tapped his temple. “instinct. or maybe i asked salma. you’ll never know.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.

that evening, salma walked into the apartment to find you flopped on the couch, texting with a dumb grin on your face.

“hector?” she asked, tossing her bag down.

you nodded without looking up.

she smirked. “called it.”

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starcharmed · 4 months ago

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— CALLING CARDS

summary : receive and accept things that come to you as if they are nothing.

cw : mentioned stalking, fem reader, open ending? just brain and word rot | wc : 1.4k+ | extra : thank you @akutasoda for reading first & your sweet words <3

The man with the briefcase appeared outside of your shop more times than you would be happy with calling it off as simple timing.

His “visit” schedule was odd.

He would peek within your shop’s windows, browsing mindlessly before disappearing.. The process repeated until he left completely for the night. Always between six and nine post meridian. It wasn’t exactly something odd to do, a lot of people are prone to windowshop. However, stopping numerous times within a day repetitively was worrying.

Your curiosity seemed to peek during the next week of his visits. Rarely stopping by, you assumed he was either a businessman traveling to and fro or an office worker whom stopping by for ideas of his own pertaining to flowers. At least those were the ones you concluded to, as they made the most logical sense.

The coworker you had the…pleasure of working with mentioned him on the side. Claiming that you should report him if you saw him again. He told ‘horror’ stories about how he slapped people at subway stations and smiled like those Kit-Cat Klocks. You digressed, not caring anymore if he was going on to avoid the worry about the mysterious man harming you and instead continue to criticize his person.

Your coworker scoffed, calling for his lunch break (five minutes earlier than usual, mind you) and left you. The bell stationed at the top of the shop’s entrance door screamed in alarm as he left. You’d think the building was on fire. The bell sung a gentle, quieter chime as you lifted your head, waiting to see if it was your coworker coming back in to apologize for the aggressiveness of his departure.

You were mistaken.

There stood the mysterious man with a smile on his face, a briefcase in hand as he stepped forward to the counter, “Good evening, miss.” Even his voice was appealing. You greeted him the same as you watched his eyes dart around, scrutinizing the flowers on exhibit.

Looking closer, your coworker seemed to not be exaggerating when he spoke about his smile.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” His eyes returned back to you, one of his eyebrows raising slightly before settling back in place, “Since it’s spring, we have a more diverse section available. I’d be happy to help.” You’re sure he knew it was, in fact, your job to help; but, it still didn’t hurt ot say it aloud.

His smile seemed to widen, “Do you have a favorite flower that’s present?”

Blinking at the personal question, you didn’t have to look around to answer, “Peony.They’re lovely to watch bloom if you buy a bouquet with younger ones.” You had cared for the peonies present to your fullest, wanting them to be the stars of your shop.

A nod in return. “Then I’ll have two bouquets of those.”

His gaze felt searing as you worked to get two bouquets fixed for him. It was as if he studying every one of your mannerisms, it unnerved you. But you were being stared at by one of the most attractive men you’ve ever laid eyes on, so who were you to complain. Once you finished, he paid with some of the freshest bills you’ve ever touched in life before nodding and leaving. You ran your fingers over them, relishing in the feel of them.

He watched you do so through the window with a saccharine smile forming on his lips.

You didn’t have time to pick up any food, closing up later thanks to a slouchy costumer who took ten minutes giving out an order to pick up the next day. The spring air still seemed to have a chill, and you contemplated using those fresh bills to buy a new coat for next winter. You delicately closed the door to your apartment complex behind you as the receptionist beconned you to come closer, crouching down just a bit so she could grab something.

“A lovely young man left these”, she seemed giddy as she stood up fully, her wrinkles that came with age creasing lovely as she held out the gift in her arms to you, “Addressed to you, fully by name. He even gave a description that made my skin flush.”

The chill that dissipated when you enjoyed the building began to creep up your spine again. Playing tunes against the ridges of it. Those were the flowers, the bouquets, you had fixed Mister Mystery Man.

“They’re…lovely.” “Ah, I know right! You’re a lucky girl.” She seemed to read your shock in positive note, folding her hands once you took the bouquet in your hands, “Take care of them now, miss. This gift seemed one made of affection. Best not let it rot out.” With a curt nod you gave your best smile, turning and shakily reaching into your bag to grasp your keys. What the hell? How did he know your name, nonetheless know where you lived? Surely your coworker didn’t say every piece of information he knew about you to mystery man. Besides, your coworker didn’t seem to be found of Mystery Man, either.

Resiting the urge to chunk the flowers into the bin the second you stepped into your apartment room, the remembrance of how they were, in a sense, your babies seemed to make the situation a bit more morbid. But did you really want to throw out a gift from Mystery Man?

No.

Not because you were scared of the wrath of…whoever he was, but because they were also free flowers. You weren’t one to turn those down, really. Grabbing a vase from one of the cabinets, you went to fill it with water before your phone buzzed in your bag.

Oh great, another annoyance you needed right now.

Huffing you reached within the cavern that was the interior of your bag, pulling out your phone. ‘Unknown Number’. Pursing your lips, you tried to recall anyone you didn’t have saved. Your coworker? Well yeah you didn’t want to be associated with him more than work relations. No one else rung in your mind, but you felt obliged to answer it. Best not make someone else irritated, you could take your own frustration out on your pillow instead of not answering a random’s number.

“Hello?”

“Did you get the gift I dropped off?”

You were going to collapse. It was him. Mysterious Man, the stupid bitch. You could practically hear the smugness floating off of his voice. Your grip on your phone tightened, “What do you want?”

“Do you always talk to people who give you things like this? If so, you have horrible manners.” Says the guy who gathered information on you without consent, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“I think you know I did”, he hummed. It sounded akin to how a satisfied cat purrs, and it made you even more frustrated that you noticed that about him, “Now answer my question.”

Almost expecting to go back-and-forth, he didn’t waste any time responding, “I just wanted to check up on you. A lady such as yourself walking to your apartment alone? Dangerous conditions.” Was there anyway you could reach your hand in your phone and punch him as shown in those 1950’s, 1960’s American cartoons?

“I’m fine, thank you very much.” Gritting your teeth, you cursed the world for putting his presence in your life.

“You’re welcome.”

This guy.

“Goodnight-”

“Please don’t do that.” You paused, thumb hovering over the end call button, he almost sounded desperate, “I promise I just want to talk to you.”

With a heavy sigh you brought the phone back to your ear, “You could’ve just asked, in the shop. I would’ve given you my number. And you wouldn’t have had to do some secret spy agent shit to get it.” He laughed softly the sound ringing in your ears. It sounded hoarse, as if it hadn’t been used in a genuine way for a while.

“You’re entertaining.”

Talking as if you were some circus animal, such a charmer.

“I’ll be stopping by tomorrow, just so you know.”

“At the shop or my apartment?” You glanced out your apartment’s window, squinting your eyes at the figure standing near the corner of the block. Are you serious…

“You’ll see.” With a beep he ended the call as soon as you were directly in front of the window. The figure was clearer. You were right in your suspicion, it was Mystery Man. Waving at you with a smile, you unlocked your window. Opening it and your mouth to speak, you didn’t get a chance before a car passed from one side of the road to another.

And just like that, he was gone again.

#writings.#hashtag stop the salesman noncon for the love of stars #salesman x reader #salesman x you #squid game x reader #squid game x you

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Can You Stay?

Olivia Benson x fem!reader

Warnings: sexual assault/rape (not graphic or anything, this takes place after the fact), trauma, hospitals, rape kit, established relationship, hurt/comfort, some explicit language, brief mentions of self-harm

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: You're assaulted by a man the SVU just can't seem to convict. Olivia is used to victims, she's used to the aftermath of a rape. She's not used to walking through it with someone she loves as much as you.

“Let me see her!” Olivia yelled, shoving Fin so hard he slammed into a wall.

“Liv, you can’t be here as a cop,” Elliot argued, holding her back.

Olivia ran her hands through her hair, angry beyond reason and worried out of her mind. “I’m not, Elliot! I’m here because my girlfriend got raped. Now get the fuck out of my way so I can take care of her!”

Elliot lifted his hands in surrender. “Alright, just… you gotta let us do our job, okay?”

Olivia shoved past him and into your apartment, desperate to find you, to see you, to hold you and protect you. When she found you, shaking and huddled in a corner of your bedroom, it shattered her, but she didn’t feel sad, not yet. That would come soon, she knew. What she felt now was blinding, white hot anger at the man who’d done this to you.

You were so traumatized you didn’t even seem to notice her. Your eyes were glazed over, and you rocked back and forth, your head banging lightly into the wall each time. Munch sat on a corner of your bed, and Olivia looked at him, silently asking if you’d said anything yet. John shook his head. So it had just been the 9-1-1 call so far then.

Olivia lowered herself onto the floor next to you, careful not to touch you, to frighten you. Your hair was dripping wet, and the water had blotched your t-shirt. Her stomach sank. It was him again–Cleary–she just knew it.

“Sweetheart,” she started, her voice soft, looking into your blurry eyes. “It’s just me.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, but your eyes filled with tears, and you started banging your head against the wall with more force.

Olivia placed her hand between your head and the wall to soften the blows. You wanted to hurt yourself. You wanted to hurt so much that you forgot what had come before. But you couldn’t bear to hurt Olivia. You put your head in your hands instead and when you finally spoke, your voice was small and hoarse.

“I can’t stop shaking.”

“It’s okay,” she soothed, still not touching you. She’d let you initiate touch if you wanted to. “That’s normal. You’re in shock, okay, baby? It’ll pass.”

“He came in my window, Liv,” you stuttered, unable to breathe deeply enough, your fingers tingling with the lack of oxygen. “He came in my window. I thought it was locked. It– it sh– should have– been l–locked.”

You scrunched your eyes shut and shrunk into Olivia, her arms wrapping firmly and protectively around you as you buried your face in her neck and gasped for breath. She rubbed your back, resting her chin on the top of your head.

“Shh,” she whispered. “Just breathe, baby, breathe.”

Elliot entered the room and sat on the bed with John. Olivia met his eyes, and she saw that he hated to do this. They were always aware of the ways in which an investigation might come off as insensitive to the victim. In fact, they did everything they could to be kind and empathetic and caring. But it had never been clearer than it was now that questions and probing, while necessary, would likely only make your horrific night worse.

You coughed, trying to desperately get enough air, the room swirling around you. You tried, you tried so hard to fight the darkening edges of your consciousness, but you couldn’t breathe. The last thing you remembered before blacking out was grabbing onto Olivia’s jacket.

“Shit,” Olivia muttered, as your body fell limp against her. “El–”

“On it,” he said, pulling out his radio and walking to the living room. “Yeah, we need a bus at Mott and Spring. Unconscious female. Rape victim, panic attack.”

Olivia laid you gently on the ground, brushing your hair out of your face and placing her fingers on your neck to ensure you had a pulse. It was hard to pass out from a panic attack–which showed just how scared you were. She sighed and watched you, holding back tears, as she brushed her thumbs back and forth across your wrist. She wanted to feel your heartbeat. Just to be safe.

“You okay?” John asked her.

Olivia shook her head, biting her lip. “No.” She smiled wryly, her eyes wet. “But I am dangerously close to committing a felony.”

“We’ll get him, Liv,” John assured her.

“We haven’t yet.”

“We will.”

When you jerked awake, gasping, your heart still racing, Olivia squeezed your hands and bent down close to you. “Hey,” she soothed. “Hey, you’re okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Just keep breathing.”

She lifted your head onto her lap and you curled into yourself, your hand gripping tightly to hers. When the paramedics came, you shrank away from them and into Olivia, who might very well have assaulted an EMT to keep anyone from touching you and further traumatizing you.

“Can you walk?” she asked, and you nodded. “I got her,” she said forcefully to the paramedic who reached out for your arm.

Olivia walked you out of the room, out of your apartment, down the elevator, and into the back of the ambulance. She never once let you go, never once removed her arm from around your shoulder, glaring bullets at anyone who even came close to you.

Rape kits were always hard, no matter who the victim was, but it was excruciatingly hard now that it was you. Olivia almost couldn’t look at you as you talked the doctor at the ER through your assault. She wanted to cry, she wanted to shoot something, she wanted to hold you and never let you go. She would do anything, anything, to go back in time and have you stay at her place instead. Or, even better, to have been at yours so she could have shot the son of a bitch in self-defense. She didn’t know if she’d ever forgive herself for not being there.

You cried when they swabbed you, your body tensing in panic, hand squeezing Olivia’s so hard that little half moons formed on her skin under your nails. Olivia looked at the ceiling, willing herself not to cry. She felt like her heart was being fed through a shredder. It hurt more than anything, hurt so bad she was nearly bent over with it, to watch you cry. To watch your body flinch away from touch and comfort. To watch you poked and prodded and examined under the harsh fluorescent lights, the smell of alcohol sterilizer permeating everything, when you had already been through so much.

When they finally discharged you, Olivia pulled your softest, most oversized t-shirt and sweatpants out of her bag. She’d brought them from your apartment, knowing that they’d take your clothes for evidence. She dressed you gently, carefully, your eyes bloodshot, face streaked and puffy from tears.

She had Elliot drive you both to her apartment in a squad car, knowing you wouldn’t want to see anyone else, that you wouldn't be able to stomach a cab or the subway.

In the apartment, you sat on the edge of her bed, face blank, terrified to go to sleep. You couldn’t say anything, couldn’t speak. It was as if, after telling what had happened, your voice had switched off.

Olivia brushed your hair out of your face, bending down to look into your eyes.

“Do you think you can try to sleep, sweetheart?”

You nodded, exhaustion hitting you hard as the hours of adrenaline started to wear off. You crawled into bed, and Olivia pulled the covers over you. You struggled to keep your eyelids open, and Olivia gently kissed your forehead.

“Go to sleep, baby,” she whispered. “I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise.”

You grabbed her hand as she stood to leave, turning off the light.

“Can you stay?” you whimpered, tears welling up again, no matter how hard you tried to fight them.

Olivia wordlessly lifted the covers and pulled your body into hers, and you breathed easy for the first time in hours. Her arms were strong around you, her heartbeat sure and steady, hands soft as they ran through your hair. And you knew, you knew, that she would keep you safe.

#olivia benson #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson x fem!reader #olivia benson fanfic #olivia benson drabble #olivia benson fluff #svu #law and order svu #hurt/comfort

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mymindcreatedthis · 4 months ago

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I Need You 18+

Reader x Lucy Bronze

Smut, so much smutty smut!

Word count: 4.3k

*Y/n’s Pov*

It was the second week of camp. I roll over and groan as my alarm blares throughout the room. I groan and slam my fist on the alarm clock and turn it off. I get up and get ready for the day.

I put my kit on and brush my teeth and hair and put my hair in a ponytail. I put my shoes on and grab my things. I leave the room and go down to the cafeteria and eat breakfast with the girls.

“Hi love.” Lucy says to me.

I smile. “Hi beautiful.”

Lucy smiles and blushes a bit.

“Alright alright, focus ladies it’s game day.” Millie says.

The girls eat their food and get themselves in game mode. we finish breakfast and get in the bus. Lucy’s smiles and sits with me, I smile as she hands me one of her air pods.

I smile and out the AirPod in. We were sitting in the very back of the bus, we were all spreader out so we had privacy. Lucy smile and places her hand in my thigh.

I smile and blush a bit. Lucy smiles and looks down at my lips. I bite my lip and look down as her lips. Lucy smiles and Leans in, I do the same.

Our lips touch as we slowly kiss, I melt into the kiss and kiss her back. Her lips were really addictive, Lucy smiles against my lips and kisses makes out with me.

Lucy moves her hand up my thigh. I moan in the kiss as she squeezes my inner thigh. We break the kiss for air.

Lucy smiles and looks at me. “Wanna create a pregame ritual?” Lucy’s asks.

I smiled “mm sure. We can create a pregame ritual.” I smiles.

I bite my lips as Lucy rubs my bulge over my shorts. “Mm f-fuck.” I quietly moan.

Lucy chuckles a bit. “Mmm you feel huge baby.” Lucy says.

“Mm t-thanks.” I say stuttering a bit.

Lucy smiles and looks at me and bites her lip as she rubs my cock over my shorts and grabs it. “I’ll give you two choices babe.” She bites her lip as she continues to tease my cock over my shorts. “Blow job or tit job?” Lucy asks.

“Mm… they’re ugh f-fuck. They’re both good choices.” I moan and pout.

Lucy cutely giggles as I pout. “You gotta pick one baby I can’t do both.”

I blush darkly and bite my lip. “B-Blow job.”

Lucy giggles. She gets on her knees. She grabs the waist band of my shorts and boxers and slides them down a bit enough to where she has access to my cock.

I bite my lip as my length springs out once it’s freed from its confinement.

“F-Fuck baby you’re huge.” Lucy moans as she bites her lip and checks out my cock she holds it up her forearm comparing my length with her forearm.

Lucy smiles and slowly strokes my dick. I moan as she does this, once I’m hard Lucy takes my length in her mouth as I moan and lean back as Lucy slowly bobs her head. Lucy holds onto my thighs as she bobs her head a bit faster.

“Mm f-fuck Luce.” I quietly moan.

Lucy chokes and gags a bit as the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat with her bob.

“F-Fuck L-Luce. Ugh shit just like that.” I quietly moan in pleasure.

Luckily everyone was all spread out so no one could see Lucy on her knees behind the seat giving me a blow job.

I quietly moans and massage my tits as Lucy bobs her head faster. I quietly moan, I grab her head and help her sink her head down on my cock a bit more and hold her head on my cock making her deep throat me making her choke and gag.

Lucy taps my thighs. I get the hint I lift her head off my cock, Lucy takes my cock out of her mouth, she coughs trying to catch her breath. She covers my dick in spit and strokes my cock as she catches her breath.

“Mm f-fuck Bronze, feels so good.” I quietly moan In pleasure.

Once Lucy catches her breath she takes my cock back in her mouth and bobs her head faster as she continues to suck me off. I quietly moan and roughly massage my tits.

My breathing gets heavier. I bite my lip and focus on lucy as she looks up and lock eyes with me as she sucks me off. I moan as I feel the urge to cum getting stronger and stronger.

“Mm f-fuck L-Lucy baby ugh I’m close.” I quietly moan.

Lucy hums against my dick and bobs her head faster and faster than before. I moan as my balls tighten.

“L-Lucy baby I’m-“

*Throat pie*

I’m unable to warm her in time, I moan and bust my load in her mouth. Lucy chokes and gags as I cum in her mouth and down her throat.

Lucy swallows my load and sucks me dry getting the last of my cum. My cock falls from her mouth and falls limp. Lucy smiles and shows me a mouth full of cum, some of my cum drips down her chin.

I smile and rub her chin. “Swallow my load Bronze.” I whisper.

Lucy smiles and swallows my load. “Mmm you taste so good baby.” Lucy moans.

“T-Thanks.” Lucy helps me put my shorts and boxers back up. Lucy comes back up and kisses me. I moan in the kiss as I taste myself on her lips.

We gather ourselves, we get to the stadium and go to the locker room. We put our things in the lockers and head into the field.

We start the game. I wasn’t starting so I was watching the game from the bench. We were losing 2-1. Lucy gets the ball and runs the ball up the field. She nutmegs Katie McCabe and Alessia Russo. She smashes her foot into the ball.

The ball flies past the goalie and flies into the back of the net. 2-2, we were tied now, the girls ran to Lucy and celebrated.

Lucy sees me, she smiles. She winks at me and blows me a kiss. I smile and blush as she does this. The game continues, we score again. The final whistle blows the game was over. I smile and hug Lucy tightly.

I kiss her cheek and whisper to her. “You played amazing Love.”

Lucy smiles. “Thank you baby.” Lucy whispers back.

I peck her cheek again and we head to the locker room. The girls shower and change and get on the bus, as I’m walking to my locker in my towel Millie Approaches me and smirks.

“Here’s my spare key to mine and Lucy’s room.” Millie says.

I’m shocked at first but then it clicks and I blush. “A-Are you sure?”

Millie giggles. “Yeah I’m sure. I’ll stay with Kerr tonight. Please don’t do it in my bed.”

I giggle. “Thank you Mills.” We do our handshake and she leaves the locker room.

I get dried off and changed and make my way onto the bus. Lucy smiles and sits with me again. I smile, I kiss her head as she lays her head on my shoulder. The rest of the girls get on the bus and we head back to the hotel.

Lucy doesn’t know that I have the spare keycard to her room so I was gonna surprise her. We do dinner and head back to our rooms, I head back to my room and settle down for the night.

It was 7 pm already. I put my slides on, I was just in a sports bra and shorts. I leave my room and make my way to Lucy’s room. I unlock the door and go inside. I smirk as Lucy is laying on the bed on her stomach, her ass and back to me as she scrolls through her phone.

“Is this all for me Luce?” I ask checking out her ass.

Lucy looks back at me and giggles and shakes her ass. “Mm yes all for you daddy.”

I smirk. “I came to finish what we start earlier, babe.”

Lucy giggles and bites her lip and looks back at me. “Mm we’ll lose them clothes daddy. I’ve been needing you all day.”

I giggle, I slip off my sports bra and toss it to the side and strip my shorts and boxers and toss them off to the side and kick off my slides and walk over to her.

Lucy was just in panties and a sports bra. I smile and join her on the bed. Lucy bites her lip as I lean down and sexily bite her ass and leave teeth marks on her ass.

“Mm I wanna taste thick fat ass Luce. So thick just looking at it makes me hard and makes me go crazy.” I moan.

Lucy giggles and wiggles her ass. “Go ahead daddy. Make me yours.”

*Lucy’s pov*

I giggle and squeal as Y/n moves me and sets me in doggy. I bite my lip as Y/n slides my panties off and tosses them off to the side.

I bite my lip as Y/n rubs my clit, I moan as Y/n begins eating my ass. I moan and tightly grip the sheets as Y/n eats my ass and fingers my pussy.

"Mm F-Fuck." I moan in pleasure.

I moan and push my ass back against Y/n’s face as she continues to eat my ass. Y/n slips in a second finer and fingers me faster than before.

"Fuck...Fuck Y/n just like that." I moan in pleasure as the urge to cum gets stronger. I moan and squirt all over Y/n’s Fingers on her hand and all over the sheets.

It's only been 10 minutes and I'm already close to cumming. My legs shake and buckle a bit as Y/n continues to eat my ass and finger me.

"Y-Y/n baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure as I feel that familiar knot forming in my stomach. I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore. I let go and cum on her face and fingers.

I moan, my legs shake and buckle as I cum. Y/n helps me ride out my high, she licks and cleans up my sticky mess.

Y/n kisses and squeezes my ass. I bite my lip and moan in pleasure as she does this, I lay on the bed and pant trying to catch my breath.

Y/n smirks, I moan and bite my lip as I watch her lick and suck my juices off her fingers. Y/n smiles and kisses me, I'm shocked at first but kiss back. We break the kiss, once I catch my breath Y/n wastes no time and moves me back onto my stomach.

*Y/n’s Pov*

I smile, I join her and hover over her and rub my tip through her folds.

Lucy moans as I do this. "Mmm Y/n don't tease just put it in." She moans.

I giggle at her comment and slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. Lucy moans as she takes all 11 inches deep inside her.

"Mm fuck, you're really deep in there." Lucy moans.

"Mm so wet and warm." I moan in pleasure.

Lucy takes a moment to adjust to my size. "M-Move."

I move her hair to the side and lean down. I kiss her neck. Lucy moans as I slowly thrust in and out of her. I kiss her neck and slowly thrust in and out of her.

Lucy moans and grips the sheets tightly as I slowly thrust in and out of her tight wet pussy.

"Gah fuck, right there." Lucy moans.

I moan and thrust in and out of her a bit faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I moan and go faster and faster.

"F-Fuck it feels so good." Lucy cries out in pleasure.

"Fuck Lucy you have amazing grip." I moan.

"F-Faster... fill me... up." Lucy squeaks out with each thrust.

I thrust into her faster and harder than before. "Fuck yes! Right there! Right there!" Lucy screams in pleasure.

I moan in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming. "L-Lucy babe I'm gonna cum." I moan in pleasure.

"Y-Yes, fill me up daddy." Lucy moans in pleasure.

I grab Lucy’s hair and pull it. Lucy moans and gasps as I pull her hair, I smirk and tilt her head back, I slap her cheek and gently choke her. I spit on her face and spit in her mouth.

Lucy moans and swallows my spit. I moan loudly in pleasure and continue to bottom out In her pussy.

"Fuck baby your grip is amazing. Ugh I don't think I can last much longer." I moan.

Lucy giggles and moans. "Let go babe. You've earned this, relax and cum you deserve a release." Lucy moans.

I moan in pleasure. I place kisses on her backs. I moan as I feel myself getting closer and closer to Cumming. My breathing gets heavier letting Lucy know that I'm about to bust my load inside her.

"Yes cum in me, cum in me." Lucy moans.

I moan as my balls tighten. Lucy moans and cums all over my dick, Lucy cumming sends me over the edge. After one last thrust I cum.

*Creampie*

I can't take it anymore, cum shoots out of my dick and fills up Lucy’s entrance filling her up to the brim. We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her helping us ride out our highs.

"Mmm fuck. There's so Much." Lucy moans.

The last of my cum oozes and spurts inside her and paints her walls white. I moan and slowly pull out of her. Cum glazes her folds, Lucy moans as my cum oozes out of her.

Cum drips down her folds and oozes onto the sheets. I smile and spank her ass. "Fuck." I giggled. "I filled you to the brim." I say.

Lucy giggles and flips us around as I sit on the bed. Lucy giggles and bites her lip. “Oh we’re not even close to being done daddy we’re just getting started.”

Lucy lays on the bed and lays on her back, her hips between my legs. I bend my legs a bit and move my foot outside her hips.

"Put it in baby." Lucy cutely begs biting her lip.

I bite my lip, we both moan as I slowly slide my cock inside her. I moan as her walls immediately clench around Me. I moan and slightly grip the sheets as Lucy moans and slowly rocks back and forth on my cock.

I moan and lock eyes with her. Lucy moans and looks at me, her eyes full of lust and not wanting to stop. Lucy moans and rocks back and forth on my cock a bit faster, I moan as her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room.

"Mm f-fuck." I moan in pleasure.

Lucy moans and throws her head back and goes even faster and harder. I moan and rub her clit Lucy gasps and moans as I do this.

"Mm fuck....fuck." Lucy moans as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock.

"Mm cum baby. Ugh please I need your cum inside me." Lucy cutely begs desperate for my load.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. It's only been 9 minutes and I'm already about to tap out and bust inside her. Lucy moans her breathing gets heavier letting me know that she was about cum.

"Mm, someone close?" Lucy moans.

I moan and nod. "Yes I'm gonna fill you up."

Lucy moans and cutely giggles. "Let go daddy, let go and fill up my pussy." Lucy moans.

I moan as she goes faster and harder. I giggle and bite my lip as she screams in pleasure and squirts. She squirts all over our legs, my abs and all over my cock.

I moan as I feel my balls tighten. "F-Fuck Luce baby-" I'm unable to warn her in time.

Creampie:

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can't take it anymore let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up Lucy’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

"Mmm fuck," Lucy moans.

Lucy slowly rocks back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my cum in her pussy. We both moan as the last of my cum leaks out of her and oozes onto the sheets as she continues to rock back and forth on my cock slowly.

I moan and slowly pull out, cum immediately oozes out and oozes into not the sheets. I giggle and rub her pussy as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

"Mmm fuck babe." I moan.

Lucy giggled and kissed me. She breaks the kiss. "Mmm, that was amazing." Lucy moans. "Ugh fuck you have such amazing dick game."

I smile and kiss her. Lucy giggles against my lips and Kisses back. I smirk and lay on the bed and lay my head back on the pillows behind me.

Lucy smiles, she moves her leg over my hips on the couch her other leg still on the ground.

Lucy places her hands behind her on my legs for better support. “Mm put it in baby.” Lucy cutely pleads.

I smile, I stroke my cock and slowly push my tip in. We both moan as Lucy slowly sinks down on my length taking my cock deep inside her. I bite my lip and place my hands on her ass.

We both moan as Lucy slowly slides up and down on my cock. Lucy moans and grips my thighs a bit more tightly.

“Mm fuck your so tight and wet.” I moan in pleasure.

Lucy giggles and moans. “Mm fuck so big.” She moans. “I can’t stop moving my hips.”

Her skin slaps against mine as our moans fill the room. I moan and squeeze her ass a bit. Lucy moans and slides up and down on my cock faster.

“F-Fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

Lucy moans and throws her head back. “Mm f-fuck it feels so good.” Lucy cries out in pleasure.

“Mm you like that baby? Daddy deep inside you stretching you out?” I ask.

Lucy moans and slides up and down on my cock faster and faster. “Mm fuck…yes I love it. I love you stretching me out.” Lucy moans.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

“Mm fuck Lucy . Ugh s-slow down I’m gonna cum.” I moan in pleasure.

Lucy giggles and moans. “Cum in me daddy.” Lucy moans.

I moan and watch Lucy as she continues to slide up and down on my cock.

“You close baby? You gonna bust your load deep inside my pussy.” Lucy asks seductively.

I moan and nod. “I’m gonna fill you up.” I moan in pleasure. I moan as my balls tighten.

*creampie*

Lucy moans and cums all over my dick. I can’t take it anymore, Lucy slams her ass down on my dick. Cum oozes and spurts out of my dick and fills up Lucy’s entrance filling her up to the brim.

“Mm you’re filling me up to the brim.” Lucy moans. “Fuck it’s so warm and thick.” She moans.

We both moan as she slowly slides up and down on my cock helping us ride out our highs. Lucy moans and slowly slides off my cock.

Cum began to leak out of her pussy and drip onto my lap, abs and onto the sheets. I smile and rub her clit as I admire the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

Lucy cutely giggles and moans as I do this. “Mm fuck that felt so good.” Lucy moans.

I smirk, I scoop up whatever cum I could and rub it against her pussy and on her clit. Lucy moans and bites her lip.

“Mm so good.” I smile and kiss her. Lucy smiles and kisses back.

“Sit on the bed baby.” Lucy says.

I smirk, I sit on the bed. I sit on my legs and out my legs together under my ass sitting on them. Lucy joins me on the bed, she sits on my lap and guides my length inside her.

We both moan as she takes my length deep inside her. Lucy moans and leans her head back on my shoulder. I moan, I grab her tit with one hand and firmly place my hand on her hip.

Lucy cutely giggles and moans as I kiss and lick her neck. Lucy moans and takes a moment to adjust to my size.

Lucy giggles. “This pussy feel good clenched around you baby?”

I moan and nod. “Mm so tight and warm.”

Lucy moans and slowly moves back and forth on my cock. I moan and kiss her neck leaving hickys and roughly massage her tits. I moan as Lucy slowly slides back and forth on my cock.

I squeeze her hip a bit tighter and smash my lips against hers. Lucy breaks the kiss and rests her head Against mine. Lucy moans loudly in pleasure and moves back and forth on my cock faster.

I moan as the urge to cum gets stronger. “Ugh f-fuck.” I moan in pleasure.

It’s only been 10 minutes and I’m already about to bust. Lucy moans and leans her head back and moves back and forth on my cock even faster. I moan, I reach down and rub her clit.

Lucy gasps and moans as I do this. “Mm fuck…fuck.” Lucy moans. As she continues to move back and forth on my cock.

I moan in pleasure, Lucy’s breathing gets heavier letting me know she was close to cumming.

“Mm… someone close?” Lucy moans.

I moan and grip her hip. “Mm fuck, I’m really close.”

Lucy giggles and moans. “I can feel your balls about to explode.” Lucy moans. “You’re throbbing so much in there.” Lucy moans.

I moan, Lucy moans and cums.

*creampie*

I moan loudly in pleasure, I can’t take it anymore and let go. Cum shoots out of my cock and fills up her entrance filling her up to the brim.

“You’re filling me up.” She moans. “So warm inside me.” Lucy moans.

We both moan as Lucy slowly moves back and forth on my cock helping us ride out our highs collecting the last of my load in her pussy.

We both moan as my cum leaks and oozes out of her and onto the sheets as she continues to move back and forth on my cock slowly.

“That’s it, give it all to me.” Lucy moans.

I moan as the last of my cum unloads in her pussy. Lucy moans, she smiles and kisses me deeply. I smile against her lips and kiss back. We both moan as Lucy slowly gets up.

My cock falls limp, cum immediately oozes out of her and oozes onto the sheets. I giggle as Lucy moans and rubs her clit admiring the sticky mess I left behind in her pussy.

I smile and kiss her. Lucy giggles and kisses back. “Get in doggy.”

Lucy giggles, she bites her lip and moves into doggy. I smirk and stroke my cock as I check out her cock.

“Mm your ass looks so good in this angle.” I moan.

I smirk and move behind Lucy. I place my hand on her back and rub my cock through her folds getting it lubed up and wet. Lucy moans as I do this.

I bite my lip and slowly slide my cock inside her wet glistening pussy. Lucy moans and grips the sheets tightly.

"F-Fuck, Y/n you're massive." She yells in a mix of pain and pleasure.

I moan and speed up my thrusts and move my hand from her back to gripping her hair, pulling it allowing me to go even deeper inside her.

"Fuck this is amazing. You feel amazing babe." I say softly as I use my spare hand and grip her ass.

The view of Lucy gripping the sheets tightly as she could as I continued to fuck her made me go even faster. My balls slap against her skin as our moans fill the room. I move my hands and grip her hips and pull her into me. This cause me to go deeper inside her, making us both moan loudly in pleasure.

"Luce I feel like I'm going to explode already." I moan, my thrusts becoming slower.

Lucy moans and looks back at me. "Cum inside me. Please cum Inside me." Lucy moans.

Lucy moans and cums all over my cock. Lucy cumming sends me over the edge.

*creampie*

I couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Lucy's ass rippling as I kept thrusting into her. My thick cum shooting inside her pussy filling her to the brim as I pin her to the bed and hold her still as I fill her up with my load.

"Mm f-fuck." We both moan.

We both moan as I slowly thrust in and out of her the last of my cum oozing and spurting inside her. I bite my lip and slowly pull out of her. I moan and spank her ass.

Lucy giggles and moans as I spank her ass. Lucy moans as my cum drips and oozes out of her. Thick cum drips down her thighs and drips onto my cock and on the bed and sheets.

I smile, I lean down and kiss her cum glazed pussy. Lucy giggles and moans as I do this. I kissed her ass one last time.

Lucy moans and lays there on the bed. “Mm thank you daddy. I needed that so much.”

I smile. “You’re welcome baby, that was your reward for earlier. Mm and to finish what we started earlier.”

“Mm we need to do that every game from now on.” Lucy moaned.

#my writing #lesbiansmut #wlw smut #woso fanfics #woso smut #soccer #g!p reader #lucy bronze #lucy bronze smut

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thebumblingbookbee · 4 days ago

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Kit is summer and spring. Yellows, blues, golds, pinks, greens, the scent of vanilla and sugar, open air and earthy ground even in the city, cookie dough ice cream, vintage and novelty t-shirts, converse, dogs and and movie nights, flowers, grass, moss, crowns of ivy and flowers, clear blue oceans and sunny skies, waking early since he can't sleep anyway and watching sunrises, morning walks through still frozen grass. The colour of the early morning English sky, grey like eyes. Avoiding the night for who it reminds him of.

Ty is autumn, winter. Blacks, purples, Navy and maroon, the smell of old books, blood and ink stains, plaid and tweed, stone and brick ancient and full of wisdom of generations before, crowns of thorns and branches, cats and reading till your eyes burn, stormy skies and waves crashing, rain pattering against windows and the smell of London in the rain, desk light on late into the night. Late night walks when the ground is cold to the touch. The colour of the deepest depths of the ocean or the furthest reaches of the night skies. Avoiding the day, noon blue skies and sun rays for who it reminds him of.

#i wrote this in the middle of the night last night #so here have it #i think constantly about how well they contrast eachother #the wicked powers #the dark artifices #tsc #kit herondale #kit rook #ty blackthorn #kit x ty #tiberius blackthorn

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minitruckgarage · 2 years ago

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Guide for Upgrading Your Honda Mini Truck with the Right Parts

Honda Mini trucks are known for their durability and efficiency, but even they can benefit from performance and functionality upgrades. Read on to delve into our guide on how to enhance your Honda mini truck with the right parts.

#Air Filters and Intake Systems #Exhaust Systems #Lift Kits #Upgraded Shocks and Springs #Bed Liners and Covers #Racks and Cargo Carriers #Seat Covers #Entertainment Systems #LED Light Bars #Backup Cameras

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trans-mouse · 2 months ago

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Okay, when Many-Faced Strangers came out I, like everyone else, immediately wanted to make a Thousand Blades Style character. But I didn't just... Have a pre-existing set of swords lying around that I could use, so I figured I needed to make my own! So I did! Five jade swords, one for each color, commissioned by the Empress for a lover, coming together to make something even greater than the sum of their parts.

The goal of these swords is to synergize well with the style, while feeling reasonably different from each other. I figured that, in the end, this is gonna be a pretty mote-hungry combat style, and I'm definitely right. So the air sword helps alleviate that by letting you gain extra motes in combat. The wood sword causes and exploits wounds by causing roses to grow within your foe's bloodstream, while the water sword drowns your enemy in onslaught penalties. The fire sword is all about relentless offense, while the earth sword makes you and your allies unbreakable.

Overall, the design is geared towards "these evocations and Thousand Blades Style make a full combat kit." You probably aren't picking up many native combat charms, after all, you're rocking fifteen dots worth of artifact weapons!

Rose-Amongst-Thorns (Green Jade Daiklave •••)- This green jade blade is inlaid with golden roses, the poetry on it extolling the hardships of surviving with one's lover, and the slow overcoming of heartbreak. It was grown from a single perfect flower by the Worm-Eaten Woman, infused with boundless natural essence. (takes advantage of wound penalties, lets you use a pinning gambit) Evocations of Rose-Amongst-Thorns - At the beginning of each round of combat, a wielder attuned to Rose-Amongst-Thorns can spend a willpower to reduce her wound penalty by 1 for that round. With all five daiklaves of the Panoply attuned, she may instead halve her wound penalty for the same duration by spending 3 motes.

Blossoming Wounds Cost: 3m Type: Supplemental Keywords: Decisive-Only, Stackable, Resonant Duration: Instant Prerequisites: None Thorns spread through her foe's blood, bringing pain to his heart. If the wielder's decisive attack deals 3+ damage, it increases the victim's wound penalty by 1 until the end of the scene. This penalty can stack up to (essence) times, but can only be applied once per attack. Resonant: A resonant wielder unlocks this charm upon first attuning to this artifact as long as she has a major or defining tie representing love or loyalty.

Vinegrasp Bloom Cost: 4m (+4i) Type: Simple Keywords: Decisive-only Duration: One scene Prerequisites: Blossoming Wounds The lover plants her blade in the ground, and vines spring forth, chaining her enemies. The wielder makes a special difficulty 4 gambit to entangle her enemies. An enemy within short range, as well as anyone in close range of them, becomes entangled on a success. Until he moves, he must make a disengage roll to move, as he disentangles himself from the grasping vines. While this evocation is active, the sword is planted in the ground, and cannot be used for any other actions. The wielder may reclaim the sword with a ready action weapon to end the effect early.

Nature Takes its Toll Cost: 5m, 1wp Type: Simple Keywords: Decisive-only, Resonant Duration: Instant Prerequisites: Vinegrasp Bloom, Essence 2 Vines press through the victim's blood, a pain comparable only to true heartbreak. A decisive attack made with this evocation poisons its target on a successful hit. This toxin deals 2i damage (lethal in crash), duration (essence+stamina) rounds, and causes thorns to grow from the victim's injuries, doubling their wound penalty for the duration of the poison. The poison does not otherwise impose a penalty. Resonant: A resonant wielder waives this charm's willpower cost.

Roses Paid in Blood Cost: 5m Type: Supplemental Keywords: Decisive-only Duration: Instant Prerequisites: Nature Takes its Toll, Essence 3 Roses bloom within the bloodstream, raining forth in a beautiful yet terrible display. A decisive attack enhanced by this charm deals additional dice of damage equal to the target's wound penalty. This charm can only be used once per scene.

Okay, this is only actually one of the swords, the Green Jade Rose-Amongst Thorns. If you want to see the rest, they're 100% free on my patreon, and I'd love if you take a look there. I'm happy to hear feedback or any questions anybody has about them! I am super happy with these swords and I just really wanted to share! I hope everybody else likes them as much as I do!

#exalted #exalted 3e #rpg #rpgs #sorry about the hideous pink

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fatherwound · 11 days ago

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𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟮: summer of '03 / autumn of '06 / spring of '09

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summary — growing up, your father and you were never close. not that he was ever cruel, or neglectful. he was just - closed off. never one for affection, treating you more like a son than a daughter. and it was fine. it's just not who he was, not who you were to one another. but you always had joel. the two of you had a bond you never had with your dad. he listened to you, comforted you. it's no wonder over the years, as you grew so did your feelings for him. from a simple childhood crush to something more.

word count: 3.5k

note — this is not your usual dbf!joel fic. these memories make up the second half of chapter one. these chapters are inspired by my own experiences of having feelings like this as a kid and a teen. these chapters are innocent. they're not to romanticize they're relationship at these ages, (she's a child) simply to depict the reality of being a girl with father issues who has feelings like this.

author's note — please enjoy and like if you read! this is my first ever fanfic so any support is appreciated. x

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 '𝟎𝟑

The first time you can remember was the summer before your 13th birthday. You, Dad, Joel, and Sarah had gone to Canyon Lake like you did every summer. You loved going to the lake, camping out for a few days, just enjoying the warm air, exploring and enjoying the last few moments of childhood.

Your Dad always told you to stay away from the creeks, ever worried about what may lurk beneath.

But you were always the fearless one of the two of you.

That day, you’d gone down to the creek with Sarah. She would’ve been at about six at the time, begging to go on an adventure. You caved of course; you could never deny her anything.

Shoes off in the surprisingly cool water, sitting on the shore while Sarah looked for rocks.

The sun was hot that day, and while your Dad always warned you to avoid the still, darker parts of the water, you couldn’t resist the temptation.

You waded into the creek, sinking further in than you normally went. Your gangly limbs not covered so easily by the shallow water anymore.

It felt good against your sunburnt skin until suddenly you felt an excruciating pain on the side of your leg. White hot heat stung its way through your calf, and you cried out.

As you ran out of the water, Sarah ran up to you, eyes full of fear as she looked down at the crimson stream of blood running down your leg.

She wanted to go get your dad, but you knew he would be angry with you, and you begged her not to.

Instead, she ran and got Joel.

As his broad frame broke through the trees, you sat down and looked away to hide the tears stinging your eyes.

Sitting on the shore, hand cupped to your leg, you didn’t want him to see your face.

You remember feeling embarrassed. Joel always made comments about how you’d grown up lately, and you didn’t want to prove him wrong.

“Hey kiddo, let me ‘ave a look at that”, he said as he sat down next to you with the old first aid kit from his truck.

Sarah came over, trying to catch a peak at the damage but Joel quietly shooed her away.

He could always read you. Knew you wanted to keep up the front of the fearless big kid Sarah looked up to.

After she had scampered back towards the site, Joel turned his dark eyes on you.

You turned to face him, eyes cast down, extending your leg out for him to inspect.

Brow furrowed; he clicked his tongue as he looked at the snapping turtle bite on your leg.

He gingerly grabbed your foot and placed it on his thigh to get a better look. His skin was still cool and slick from the lake.

“Hell kid, he sure got a hell of’ve a bite outta you”, he chuckled softly. He looked up and saw your downcast eyes, and his smile fell slightly.

Softening his voice, he rubbed your knee with his knuckle, “Hey, I’ll get this patched up and your dad ‘ll be none the wiser. We’ll just say you fell, ‘lright?”

Finally meeting his eyes, you nodded your head softly, sniffling a quiet response back. His eyes warmed, smiling softly at you, “Atta girl”.

The sun gleamed off his still damp hair, the dark brown almost swallowing the light. The tanned skin of his forearm resting across your shin was cool, you could feel it sinking into the places his fingers touched as he tended to the wound.

He got to work wiping the bite. You hissed through your teeth as he poured some water on it, and he stroked the underside of your calf lightly, “I know, baby, I know.”

You watched him work quietly, his big hands working so tenderly, conscious to not add to your hurt.

Once he’d cleaned up most of the blood, he gently put a gauze on it, and wrapped some bandage around your leg.

“There, good as new eh”, he looked up at you, showing one of his rare smiles, and you felt a small flutter in your stomach.

“Thanks Joel,” you finally said, “I’m sorry for going out here, but Sarah was askin’ and, I was watchin’ her, I swear, and—“

“Hey, hey, look it’s ‘lright. Your Dad and I used to come out here all the time growing up, and we were half as brave and twice as stupid.”

You smile at that and gently wipe your eyes.

“Common, your dads just about finished with lunch. Let’s get some food in ya”.

He let go of your leg, gently placing it down on the ground in front of him as he rose. You distinctly remember a tingle where his hands had been.

Joel stood, picking up the kit, and turned to head back to camp.

He stopped at the top of the shore, waiting as you slid your shoes back on.

Tying your laces, you were still thinking about his hands. You didn’t really know why at the time.

As the two of you walked back to camp, the pain in your leg had dulled.

Instead, all you could think of was one day, when you fell in love and got married, you really hoped he would be like Joel.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧 𝐨𝐟 ‘𝟎𝟔

The next time you can remember was when you were 15, and you’d just experienced your first heartbreak.

You were dating your first boyfriend, Hunter. Looking back now, you’re not even really sure if you would consider it dating. He’d asked you out earlier that year, and he was cute enough, so you said yes.

He’d slowly grown on you as you spent time together. With his shaggy blonde hair, freckled nose, chipped tooth smile, and boyish charm.

He was a year older than you, and honestly had just been amazed he even noticed you.

You’d never really been one to draw the attention of boys.

You thought you were pretty enough, but you’d always been a bit too boyish for them to overlook some of the other girls in your class.

But Hunter had seen you, and made you feel special. Pretty, even at times.

It was harmless enough. You’d hang out together, go swimming at the quarry, watch movies, and sometimes kiss in his car. All the typical things teenagers do.

So, on the first cool autumn night, when your school was having the big football game against your rivals, you figured you two would go together.

But when you’d asked him about it earlier that day, he’d said he couldn’t. Something about having to watch his little brother. You hadn’t thought much of it.

Without Hunter, you hadn’t planned to go, but Leah and Kelsey invited you, hoping to see if they could check out some boys from the other school.

You didn’t have any other plans, and it was a Friday night, so you told your dad you’d be back late and shot out the door before you even heard his response.

The game itself was pretty boring. You’d never really understood the hype around football, and your friends were so busy giggling over guys you were honestly debating on whether to ditch.

You had told them you’d be right back, and walking down the bleachers, you turned towards the food stand.

But before you got too far, you thought you heard something coming from behind you.

You remember turning and seeing an all too familiar head of floppy blonde hair beneath the bleachers.

And there he was, your first boyfriend, with his tongue down some random girls throat. You were struck dead in your tracks, staring open mouthed at them.

You remember feeling like all the breath had left your body, and your feet were made of lead.

You couldn’t have looked away if you wanted to.

The girl, whoever she was, must have felt someone staring at them, because she broke the kiss just to look at you and say something you can’t remember hearing.

All you do remember was Hunter seeing you, and his face almost seemed to have genuine remorse.

All at once, every fiber of your body was vibrating with energy, and before he could even open his mouth, you were sprinting away.

You don’t remember how long you ran, only that you knew you had to get as far away from Hunter and that stupid girl and all those people as fast as you could.

You only started to become aware of the fact that you were running alone at night down the highway until it was too late to turn back, and your feet were starting to go numb.

By that point, you didn’t much care what happened, you lived in a small town outside of the main city, and it had always been safe enough.

Your legs ached and your chest heaved, which you told yourself had everything to do with the running and nothing to do with the tears drying on your cheeks.

You were so caught up in your own head, that you didn’t even notice when a familiar truck pulled up beside you. It took Joel yelling your name louder than you’d ever heard him be, for you to finally turn and look.

He pulled off to the side of the road ahead of you, and as you pathetically walked up to the passenger side door, you did your best to wipe you face and get yourself together.

He leaned across, opening the door for you, and as you crawled in, you noticed he wasn’t making any move to continue driving.

“What the hell are you doin’ out here!? Seriously, if your dad knew you were walking alone down the damn highway he’d kill you,” he said, voice rough with worry.

You kept your gaze down, staring at your knees. You couldn’t make yourself look at him.

You knew he was right. You were an idiot for just running like that, it was reckless and childish, and you’re embarrassed that you didn’t think beyond that.

He let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his eyes, “Is everything ‘lright kiddo? ‘M not mad, you just worried me is all. What’s going on?”

You finally turned to look at him, and the moment your eyes locked onto his gaze, full of genuine concern and care, you couldn’t hold yourself together.

You flung yourself across the bench seat, wrapping your arms around his shoulder, and sobbing into his chest.

Joel was so taken back, it took him a moment before he wrapped his arms around you.

He squeezed you tight, rubbing soothing circles into your back with one hand, while the other gently cupped your head.

Through your choked sobs, you could hear him soothing you, “Woah, hey, hey, it’s ‘lright babygirl. It’s okay”. Shushing you, and resting his head on yours.

Finally, after god knows how long, when you’d finally resorted to pathetic sniffles, you extricated yourself from his hold.

But still you stayed right next to him, his arm still around your back.

“Do you wanna tell me what happened?” he prodded gently, looking into your tear stained eyes.

You never were the best at talking about your feelings, but something about Joel has always gotten under your skin. He always walks right up to your walls and climbs them like they’re nothing.

You remember recounting the whole evening to him, barely stopping to take a breath. You found once you started, you couldn’t stop until it was all laid out in front of him.

When you finally stopped talking, the silence in the car was so loud, you almost began to feel embarrassed.

But before you were able to retreat back into yourself, Joel grabbed your hand from your lap, and held it firm in his rough grasp.

You remember looking at them, your hands together. His so large it covered yours entirely.

You looked up into his eyes, and his gaze was serious. Locked on yours, he took his other hand and gently wiped a stray tear from your cheek.

“From what I can tell that boy was an idiot. You’re a beautiful, smart young girl, and any guy who is too stupid to see that? Well he ain’t worth your tear’s darlin’”.

You’d never heard Joel talk so seriously with you; it made your eyes burn again.

Joel noticed, and shook his head, “Ah ah, no more of that tonight, you hear me? He ain’t worth it, and you always remember that, yeah?”

You nodded your head, and Joel squeezed your hand one last time before placing it back into your lap.

“Now come on, let’s get you home.” He’d put the truck back in drive and turned out onto the highway.

The ride home was quiet, except for the radio just loud enough that you could barely make out the song.

But you weren’t listening.

You were sitting with your head resting on Joel’s shoulder, and you remember thinking to yourself that you wish you could talk to your dad like this.

But he was like you; walls built tightly around his heart.

For all his rough exterior, Joel was always able to be there for you in a way your dad just couldn’t. And that was okay, you’d grown used to it now.

When you finally turned down the familiar gravel drive, you woke up, not even realizing that you had dozed off.

Joel gently nudged your shoulder, “Hey kiddo, we’re here”.

You stretched a bit, before sliding out the passenger side.

Before heading inside, you turned and looked at Joel one more time, “Thanks. For the ride, and … for listening.”

“No need to thank me darlin’, just remember what I said. And maybe don’t run down the road at night,” he said with a small smile. You smiled in return and shut the door.

You remember your dad was asleep on the couch, so you snuck by him to your bedroom. You got ready for bed, and when you nestled under your covers, you realized Hunter hadn’t entered your mind once since you left Joel’s truck.

Running through your mind was one thought, and one thought only:

Joel Miller called you beautiful.

You remember falling asleep with a smile on your face.

𝐒𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 '𝟎𝟗

The last time you can truly remember, comes to your mind more often than you’d like to admit.

It was the night after graduation. Word got out of a big party being held at the house of some person you didn’t know.

Well, house wasn’t exactly the best word for it, more like a ranch with one of those massive farmhouses straight out of a movie.

Anyway, the party was held out by whoevers lake, and there was a huge bonfire, with music, and dancing, and lots and lots of drinking.

It was downright picturesque, the best way you could think to close out your high school years.

You’d be leaving for Boston soon, you’d gotten your acceptance letter from BU earlier that year.

While you were excited to start down this new path, you had to admit that night had you preemptively nostalgic for home.

As much as you were always looking towards the future, you loved growing up in Texas, and you knew you were going to look back on memories like this with fondness.

The party lasted well into the night, and though your memories of it are a bit hazy after one too many beers, and far too much whiskey, you remember what happened when you got home all too well.

It was getting late, and though your dad was relatively lenient when it came to your curfew, especially now that you’d turned 18, you still didn’t want to stay out too late.

Albeit more so because the party was starting to get a bit less about celebrating and a bit more about hooking up, and well, that just wasn’t your scene.

You caught a ride with Leah, knowing she had to be home by midnight, her parents not being as laid back as your dad.

She hadn’t been drinking, quite as much as you, so at the time it seemed like an okay idea.

The drive back to your house felt longer than you knew it to be, but you didn’t mind. You hung your head out Leah’s Jeep window, the two of you belting songs at the top of your lungs.

For a moment you just allowed yourself to be young and free. Not fretting about what tomorrow might bring.

When she pulled down your long gravel driveway, you told her to let you hop out, hoping to sneak in without your dad seeing you.

As much as your dad was a fairly hands off parent, one thing he feels strongly about is alcohol.

Something about a friend back in high school who got in an accident. You can’t really remember now, but you knew he wouldn’t be happy to find you in such a state.

You remember waving bye to Leah, and making your way up to the house. You almost went through the front door, but thinking better of it, decided to try and sneak in the back through the kitchen.

Your dad, if he was still up, was probably in the living room, and your best bet of passing by unnoticed would be that way.

However, you were definitely a bit too drunk to see the familiar black truck parked under the tree out front, so when you gently slipped through the kitchen door, and turned around to see none other than Joel Miller standing at the counter cracking open a beer, you had to hold in the yelp that jumped to your throat.

The two of you held eye contact for a weighted moment.

Joel took in your appearance, the hazy eyes, flushed cheeks, and slight wobble to your stance and that obnoxiously handsome face cracked into a knowing grin.

“So…” he said in a slightly hushed voice, “You ‘ave a good time at that uhhh party?”

The smug look on his face, in your inebriated state, rubbed you the wrong way.

You straightened yourself up just a tad, doing your best impression of a sober person, “Why yes, I did actually. And now, I think I would like to go up to bed”, right then you had to hold back the most poorly timed hiccup that crawled its way up your throat at the exact moment you stop talking.

Joel chuckled to himself, clearly amused at how very Not sober you were.

He walked over to where you’d started leaning on the kitchen island for support.

“You know, as great of an attempt at sobriety as that was, you know your dad ‘ll be madder than hell see’n you like this”. In spite of his words, his tone was anything but chastising.

“Yeah, yeah, like y’all didn’t drink all the time when you ‘ere my age.” You looked up at him pointedly, and you could’ve sworn he was the one swaying, your eyes having a hard time focusing on him.

“Fair enough, just try to get up there quietly without him seein’ ya, and he won’t hear anythin’ from me”, then he did a lock motion over his lips.

God, he really shouldn’t have done that, because now you can’t help but stare at them, unashamedly.

You don’t really think anything about it, until he waves gently in front of your face, “Hey, you might wanna get a move on, kiddo, I’ve already been in here a little too long now”.

Before you could think better of it, the words just came pouring out of your mouth, “You know… you really are quite handsome Joel.. it’s actually kinda annoying, ‘as anyone ever told you that?”

You paused for a second, looking at his eyes, and you thought to yourself, yeah, he really is. And before you could stop it your stupid mouth was moving again, “With that annoyingly handsome nose, ‘nd those… big stupid brown eyes. ‘M gonna miss seein’ you all the time. and I just…” an over dramatic sigh fell from your lips, “Mmm, yeah, I should stop”.

Thankfully, before you had the chance to say anything else painfully incriminating, Joel put his hands on your shoulders, gently guiding you towards the hallway, “Yep, and that’s your cue. What you need is some sleep, yeah kiddo?”

You stumbled along with him as he guided you gently towards your room, and when he finally let go, you turned around to catch one more glimpse of him before quietly creeping up the stairs.

That night plays in your head often in the years since.

In your weakest moments, you’ve poured over his face in that moment before you went upstairs. And you swear he had a blush on his cheeks, like maybe your words had more of an effect on him than he’d let on.

But then again maybe you were just drunk.

All you know is as embarrassing as that memory is at times, you also can’t find it in yourself to regret a word you said.

Because you know it was the truth. And you doubt you’ll ever have another moment of such blaring honesty with Joel Miller ever again.

Little did you know what would happen, almost ten years later when you wind up back in each others orbit.

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