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hhhwnr · 3 days ago

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ꨄ Third time’s the charm — S.R

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genre: hurt/comfort, angst (with happy ending!)

pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (established relationship)

warnings: none. word count: 1,7k

summary: Spencer’s always been good at showing up for the world. This time, he’s learning how to show up for you, and a third chance that you give him might be just enough.

author’s note: currently posting daily because I genuinely have nothing better to do. first time writing over 1,5k words, hehe. I am new to writing in tumblr format and in English, which isn't my first language, so please be kind. I will appreciate any input on how to improve my writing or other tips, but only in a respectful manner ! :)

You always knew it wouldn’t be easy.

Dating Spencer, that is.

You’d been friends long enough—met at a science conference three years ago, had long conversations about memory and metaphor over plastic coffee cups, and laughed over the mutual awkwardness of hotel mixers. The kind of friendship that came easy, like slipping into an old hoodie: warm, loose, no expectations. And maybe that’s why it lasted so long before either of you admitted there was something else simmering beneath the surface. Friends didn’t owe each other explanations. Friends didn’t have to arrange candlelit dinners or schedule around jet lag and crime scenes.

But love—love was more complicated. Love came with the hope of having someone there, and the quiet ache when they weren’t.

You knew what you were signing up for. You knew Spencer Reid was brilliant and kind and unlike anyone else you’d ever met. You also knew that the BAU didn’t exactly take holidays, not for anniversaries, not for birthdays, not even for Christmas. Still, you thought maybe—with enough time and care—you’d learn to live in the space between his absences.

You hadn’t seen him in three weeks. So when Spencer called to say he was back in D.C. and wanted to finally go on a proper date—just the two of you, no profile reports, no phone calls, no interruptions—you’d said yes without hesitating. You dressed up. Chose a restaurant with dim lighting and a soft jazz quartet in the corner. You smiled into your wine glass when he said you looked beautiful and teased him gently for overanalyzing the appetizer menu.

And then his phone rang. Not just a text. A call.

You saw it in his eyes before he even looked at the screen—the shift from soft to sharp. From yours to theirs.

“I’m so sorry, love,” he whispered, already pulling his wallet out, fumbling through apologies as he stood. “They need me to give an emergency lecture—someone dropped out, and it’s really time-sensitive—”

You nodded, of course. What else could you do? You kissed his cheek, wished him luck, and watched him walk out the door.

You didn’t cry, but you didn’t finish your meal either.

The second time, a week later, was supposed to be the redo. He made the reservation himself this time, texted you little updates throughout the day about how excited he was. It was raining when you met him, your umbrella half-broken and your coat damp from the metro. Still, he looked at you like you were a work of art. And for an hour, it really felt like you were getting your shot. You were halfway through telling him about a new project at work when his phone buzzed on the table.

You saw it again. That same shift. A case. Emergency flight.

He looked wrecked about it, eyes flicking over your face like he already knew he was letting you down. “I’m so sorry,” he said again. “I swear I didn’t know—if I don’t go—”

You stopped him before he spiraled. Smiled tightly. “It’s okay. I get it.”

But this time, you didn’t wait until the server returned. You gathered your bag, kissed him on the cheek like you were still okay, and left before the hollow feeling in your chest could settle in too deep.

Over the next week, you let the space grow.

You didn’t call as often. Left his texts on read longer than usual. When he tried to video call, you said you were busy. You didn’t bring up another date. You weren’t angry—just tired. Tired of trying to schedule time with someone whose life could be pulled away from you with one phone call. Tired of trying not to make him feel bad for something he couldn’t control. So you made it easier for both of you by stepping back.

Spencer noticed. Of course he did.

He noticed the shift in your voice over text—shorter replies, longer delays. The way you didn’t ask when he was coming back this time. The way your usual “goodnight” didn’t come with a heart emoji, or anything at all. It wasn’t dramatic, not even really pointed. But it was enough. It was enough to make him sit alone in his hotel room three nights into the case, phone resting in his palm, thumb hovering over your contact while he stared at the blinking cursor in the message box, unsure what to type. He’d rewritten the same sentence five different ways before giving up and pressing “call.”

He never liked making phone calls—never liked the way his voice could sound too eager or too nervous when it wasn’t in person. But silence? That was worse.

It rang twice before you picked up.

“Hey,” You sounded small. Tired in a way that didn’t come from sleep.

“Hi, love,” he breathed, sinking back against the headboard. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” you said. Your voice was quiet — quieter than usual. And cracked just barely at the end, like it had been recently worn thin. From crying, probably. He could tell. Spencer could always tell.

Still, he didn’t ask. Instead, he said, “I saw something today. In the bookstore near the precinct.”

You didn’t respond right away, but he waited. Eventually, your voice came, softer now. “What did you see?”

“They had a copy of The Little Prince. Original French edition.” His voice warmed a little. “It was worn, kind of falling apart. It reminded me of the copy on your shelf.”

That made you smile, just barely. He heard it. Or maybe imagined it. Either way, he kept going.

“I thought about buying it for you. But I wasn’t sure if it’d survive the flight.”

You didn’t answer for a second. Then, softly: “It’s the thought that counts.”

And there it was again — that sadness, thick between the syllables. He could feel it, even through the phone. The weight of all the things you weren’t saying. The heaviness in your throat that didn’t need a name. But he didn’t push. That wasn’t what you needed right now. You didn’t want to talk about why you hadn’t reached out, or how this second failed date in a row had taken the wind out of your hope.

So he told you about a bakery next to the station that made bread shaped like hedgehogs. About the cab driver who insisted on giving him a playlist of 80s jazz fusion. About how the team was tired, but safe, and how JJ had threatened to confiscate his sixth cup of coffee.

He talked gently, letting his voice fill the silence so you didn’t have to.

You didn’t say much. Just murmured in agreement here and there. But Spencer knew you were listening. And you knew that he was choosing every word with care — not to avoid the topic, but to love you without asking anything in return.

Eventually, you said, “I missed your voice.”

Spencer smiled into the receiver. “I missed yours too. A lot.”

Another pause. One of those full ones.

“I think I just need a little time,” you said finally. “Not away. Just… quiet.”

“I get it,” he said. And he did. He always did.

You both fell silent again. Not the heavy kind — this one was soft. Laced with understanding.

Before you hung up, he said, “That book in the window… I’ll see if I can get it shipped. I think it’d be nice on your shelf.”

And you whispered, “Thank you,” like it meant more than he’d ever know.

He didn’t need you to say more. He already knew.

When you turned the key in the lock and tiredly kicked the door of your apartment open, you didn’t expect him to come back early. You didn’t expect to walk into your apartment and find the lights dimmed low, the smell of your favorite takeout wafting from the coffee table, and Spencer sitting on your couch surrounded by a small army of snacks, two soft blankets, and three carefully stacked DVD options: The Princess Bride, Arrival, and Dead Poets Society.

When he heard your keys jingle, he rushed from the couch to wrap his arms around you tightly — warm, steady, and there.

“Surprise,” he whispered into your ear, his voice soft enough to make your knees tremble a little. He held you for a second longer than necessary, like he was making sure you wouldn’t vanish.

You blinked, caught between a breathless laugh and a lump in your throat. “What… is all this?”

Spencer pulled back only enough to look at you, hands still resting gently on your arms. “I figured if restaurants are cursed, maybe the third time’s the charm.” He smiled, a little sheepishly. “I wanted to make it up to you. I know I haven’t been here… really been here, and I hate that. I hate letting you down.”

You opened your mouth, but the words didn’t come. Your chest ached with too many emotions trying to surface at once. He reached behind the couch and retrieved a small paper bag. Inside were two of your favorite chocolate bars and a tiny potted plant — slightly crooked, clearly picked out with care. A label stuck out from the soil, handwritten and slanted “Date Night Survivor #3.”

Your throat clenched.

“I know it’s not exactly candlelight and violins,” he added, voice lower now. “But it’s what I’ve got. And I did it because… you deserve someone who shows up. And I want to be that person. Even if I have to keep trying until I get it right.”

Tears rolled down your cheeks before you could stop them — quiet, unannounced, like your body had decided it was safe now to finally let go. Spencer noticed. Of course he did. His eyes flicked briefly to the glint of moisture on your skin, but he didn’t say a word. He just reached for your hand and pulled you in again, gently, resting his forehead against yours.

“Come sit,” he whispered, like you were something precious, breakable, and not already breaking. “Food’s still warm.”

And just like that, the ache inside you softened. It didn’t vanish, but it eased. Because he was here. Because he tried. Because this — all of this — meant something.

It felt like breathing again. Like maybe love wasn’t about perfect plans or unbroken promises—but about choosing each other, over and over again, even when the world gets in the way.

Thank you for reading ♥︎

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hannieboyd · 3 days ago

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ꜱʜᴏʀᴛ & ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ.

pairings: tutor!jisung x fem!reader | collage au

contains: +18, unprotected sex (be safe!!), Sub!jisung, slight mommy kink (used once), dom!reader like wow WE NEED MORE DOM READERS, dry humping, strangers to lovers(?) , real nerdy jisung with a big N, perverted on both sides lowkey (mostly Han), college sex

word count: 3,329

extras: first attempt of a full english fic, I procrastinated and crammed it into one night aswell lol.. please excuse any mistakes!

Tutor!jisung who’d never go out of his way to talk to girls, hell, he barely even left his dorm. but when he saw you enter the class, rolled up sleeves, nearly see through top and a short uniform skirt he wasn’t sure where to look. it was even worse when he saw how your thighs slowly press down against the chair as you sat down, wishing it was him instead. His eyes trailed you down as you sat in front of him, whether it was just writing your name down or checking your phone to see if your boyfriend texted you, he was watching. He already had a hard time paying attention in this class, and now it became impossible with you there.

Even when the teacher called on him he stared at you.

He’d actually known of you for a while. You guys even went to high school together but you knew his friends more than you knew of him. In all honesty you thought he hated women the way you never saw him with them. He was always so quiet, pushing his glasses up to see better, usually on his phone even if he was with his friends, he was kind of..a dork. In a cute way though. Sure he might’ve been an anime nerd…and a gaming nerd..and well, a nerd. He was actually really attractive. Many people tend to see through that though because of his shy nature which was pretty unfortunate. Despite that, you found him pretty Intriguing.

So when you saw him in your class in the beginning of the semester you were pretty excited to see a familiar face. However it was different, it had only been a couple months and something about him had changed. It seemed he grew into his features overtime and surprisingly looked pretty attractive, But you had a boyfriend, Not to mention he seemed so infatuated with his studies and his own self it was dumb to get involved with him at all.

The weeks seemed to pass by fast.

Slowly but surely he found himself growing a crush on you—just alittle one though. Yeah he only started showing up to see you, but the class was hard to get through so a little pick me up was needed regardless. Eventually he even started to wonder how you were, what you did before coming and what you were going to do after the class was done. It was confusing on why. He’s had crushes in the past, yeah, but for some reason it’s like somethings drawing him to you. He was so fixated on you he even knew that during the time you’d been in the class, you have actually had quite a hard time. When you had gotten your first exam back last week with a 20/60 and a big red circle written on it he went home later and fisted himself to the thought of you on your knees, blouse open ever so slightly but still enough to show a bit of your pink bra peaking out, sucking his dick, while thanking him for tutoring you over his moans. So when Professor Lee suggested him tutor you he was quick to agree.

And when you came up to him smiling, holding your phone out to him to put his number into while also thanking him for agreeing to tutor you he couldn’t move. not a muscle. It was until you asked if he was okay he snapped back into reality.

“oh, sorry.. i’m okay. and your welcome..” he said quietly while holding eye contact with the floor.

you chuckled at his nervousness

“I’ll see you later then, jisung!” you said while waving goodbye. “yeah..later.”

It had been a couple days since your guys last encounter and since then Han had checked his phone about 5 times per minute. It was until he finally got a text he let out a sigh. not a bad sigh, but it wasn’t necessarily a good one either. “Hey, i know it’s been a couple days but I’m available around 6 if that works for you 🙂” The text was simple, but Han was unsure how to respond. He’s never texted a girl before, other than his mom and sister, he was basically a shut in. women repellent if you will.

After a quick exchange with his friends he decided to go he decided on a casual response that said, “sure. that works fine for me”

“cool! see you then jisung”

He nearly threw his phone across the room. he probably would of if he didn’t have expensive figures all over it. He eventually calmed himself down and decided to tidy up around the dorm. after all, sharing with 2 other men was, to put this bluntly, fucking disgusting. To go boxes everywhere, dirty clothes, and it didn’t help that Jeongin and Felix liked to bring their one night stands there because now he was stuck picking up condoms with rubber gloves on.

when he finished 6pm had already rolled around so now all he waited to do was wait, so he did. He fidgeted with his fingers as he did so nervously looking around the room. Was the tv too dusty? the window too dirty? Maybe the looked disorganized.. would you even talk to him? All this thought came to an end when he heard the doorbell ring. He walked towards the door and opened it for you.

And there you were.

Standing at his doorstep Smiling innocently as you thanked him for agreeing to tutor you. It was just as he imagined. You wearing your school uniform, with that short skirt and a hint of pink lace showing through your shirt. “Thank you so much, i hope it wasn’t any trouble..” For a second he couldn’t move. You were here, in front of him, thanking him even. Snapping out of it he shuffled himself aside, letting you in. “ah.. it’s no problem..”

his eyes trailed over you.

You stepped inside, eyes scanning the small place. Surprisingly, It seemed pretty clean for a dorm shared by 4 boys. “uh—this way,” he mumbled before leading you down the short hallway to his room. Walking behind him you saw a peak of his room. Figures from multiple shows, games, and movies appeared, aswell as what seemed to be a poster from who knows where. “sorry, it’s kind of a mess.” He said while leading you inside the room, knowing it really wasn’t. He lowered himself onto a cushion sitting on the floor next to a table. He had already set the materials on the table for you, incase you might have forgotten something, he didn’t want you to leave. After briefly scanning the room you joined him on the pillow next to him.

“So, what are you struggling with?”

“Basically everything.” you said trying to bring some humor into the room. “ah.. i see..” he chuckled weakly, lowering his head to the table. “well calculus can be hard for some people, especially since the class isn’t exactly.. exciting.”

you nodded in agreement, “I know, right?” he looked up at you, eyes flicking up and then quickly away again. “w-well let’s just start with the basics then, is that alright?”

You hummed in approval, grabbing your notebook from your bag as he adjusted his posture to look more put together than he felt.

still, could see it all over him. How his face flushed and avoided contact from yours. How his pen seemed to stay touched even when he wasn’t using it. He’d clearly never had anyone else here before, and it was cute.

He cleared his voice— “Okay, so derivatives..”Youd been at the same thing for around 40 minutes and you checked out about 20 minutes ago. Math was never your forte to be fair. And when your tutor clearly cant keep his eyes off from everywhere but your face it was harder. “So what are those?” you blanked out. “Uhh.. equations?..” He blinked like his brain had been frozen.

“wait, seriously?” he asked with a mix of confusion and disbelief in his voice (maybe a little judgement too..) “We’ve been on this subject for like 40 minutes now, y/n” tone slightly raising

“Well it’s not exactly easy to pay attention when my tutor cant even look me in the eyes to teach me-“ you said teasing, but bit back on the last part before it came out to sharp. looking at jisung expecting a laugh or a sarcastic response, Instead his face went pale. You meant it as a joke, but it seemed he didn’t get the jist of it. “W-what” stammering on his words, finally locking eyes for more than a second. “i don’t-” you cut him off with a laugh “lighten up jisung it was only a joke”

He let out a breath, somewhere between relief and panic. As you leaned back on your hands, stretching just enough for your shirt to ride up slightly. You caught him looking.

“Besides,” You added, voice going softer with each word you spoke “you wouldn’t want me here all night?”

Another joke.

He was still in shock, but his gaze dropped—too quick to be casual, too obvious to ignore. You looked back at him with a smug look, and then just like that, flustered, he subtly shifted. bringing his hand over his lap, he tried to play it off.

He cleared his throat. “Not sure what you mean..”

You teased, pushing him a bit harder. “Sure you don’t.” He glared at you. “We should get back to the session.” You groaned. “How if I cant even figure out what a dergabagaba is.” leaning into your hand stubbornly, “A derivative. And maybe we could.. play a game?” you laughed. “A math game, seriously, how fun for us!”

“Don’t laugh, it was just a suggestion..” he looked away in embarrassment. So much for putting ideas out there I guess. “Fine.” you folded, “And if it doesn’t work?” “I fear you’ll have to stay here all night till i make you understand.” you let out a surprised laugh, “Guess who grew a pair”

“I didn’t mean it like that” he rolled his eyes, hand still covering his crotch.

You both decided to play some sort of Guessing game—He’d asked, you’d answered. that was the whole point of it. After about 15 questions (10 of which you actually got right) you started to really like it. For once, you weren’t just staring blankly at a worksheet before giving up and deciding to let it rot in your backpack. Things were clicking, you found yourself actually comprehending what he was teaching you (and liking it?).

He pushed his middle finger up against the bridge of his glasses. sweat trailed down his forehead as doing so. you couldn’t help but smirk.

It had gotten warmer in the room without you realizing, suddenly you could feel the heat on the back of your neck, the air feeling heavier, thicker, however it started to seem to just be from the temperature.

you both kept going with the game, determined to get the last answer right.

“Alright, last one,” He said while adjusting his collar out of warmth, “whats the derivative of 5(x) = 5x³?”

you paused for a moment, then smiled confidently. “That’s 15x².” He blinked, pleasantly surprised. “Correct.” You grinned, feeling a rush of pride. “See? i’m totally not hopeless.” He gave you a smile, clearly impressed. You leaned back, adjusting your collar and noticing how warm it had gotten in the room.

“wow, its like burning in here” fidgeting with your tie, contemplating whether or not to take it off.

“yeah, i guess so, huh.” you both looked around the room. Finally finishing the math game, both unsure what to do now, it fell silent. Seeing as you two warmed up to each other for a bit during then, you stuck a conversation.

“Hey how about we switch it up, truth or dare?” He blinked surprised, but nodded slowly. “Okay..”

you smiled softly, “Okay, truth or dare?” He gave some time to think about it before answering. “Truth..” You leaned in just a little, eyes warm but playful. You knew he was a little shy, but how could you not have a little fun with him, after all its 7pm on a Friday night and your boyfriend didn’t seem to have problems teasing around either other girls either. you let loose. “Have you ever kissed a girl before?” his cheeks flushed with warmth. “No…”

He looked up at you carefully, then asked quietly. “Uh, Truth or dare?” You nodded smiling, “Truth” he rubbed his arm to call him down. He wanted to match your energy, he really did, he was just unsure on how. He swallowed nervously before asking hoping the question wouldn’t chase you away. “What…. whats something you like about me?”

You smiled wider. “Hmm.. your nervousness. It’s kinda cute.”

he laughed softly, easing the tension a bit. “Alright, truth or dare?” He hesitated. “Dare.” You grinned, tilting your head a bit. “I dare you to kiss me on the cheek.” He stiffened once again. “Now?-”

“Well, unless you’re scared.” You shifted towards him. “So, what’ll it be?” He was stuck. He’d never imagine this. not in his wildest dreams would he had thought he’d be here with you clearly pulling yourself onto him. He just stared while the tent in his pants continued to grow, and his mind filled with crazy fantasies. Eventually he pulled your hair behind your ears and leaned in slowly, lips barely brushing your cheek, and over much too quickly. You felt the heat crawl up to your neck, yet you weren’t satisfied. Greediness had taken over and you needed to see him shut down under your touch, completely gone.

He pulled back a little, eyes glistening but nervous, then asked quietly, “Truth or dare?” Caught up in the heat of the moment you grinned. “Dare.” While holding eye contact with him, clearly wanting more out of him.

He felt conflicted. He didn’t know whether to ask you a simple question or not. Either way he knew you were gonna test him until he gave out. But it wasn’t fair—why did you get to say all those things while he basically remained a hermit crab stuck in his shell, unable to say anything outside his usual vocabulary?

starting to grow tension, he finally asked, voice higher than normal, “Okay… kiss me.” you were taken by surprised, your brows lifting slightly as your gaze dropped to his lips. Did he really say that?

A smug smile tugged at your mouth. “But i did so good during the game,” you said, voice dropping playfully, almost like a pout. “shouldn’t i get one from you?”

His face nearly turned the color of the apple on his nightstand, clearly not expecting you to flip that onto him. “I-I mean, you’ve been testing me all night..” he mumbled, barely able to look at you. “Messing with me..” You tilted your head and scooted closer to him, your thigh brushing his. “Mhm. But I think I earned it.” Your hand slid gently onto his leg, fingers barely moving, thumb brushing his inner thigh just enough to make his whole body tense up. “Don’t you?” His breath hitched. He looked down at you, eyes catching the slight pout in your lips along with the soft curve of your expression. Just enough to make his mind fog up.

“..Fine.” he breathed, voice barely holding itself together. But he didn’t move—not right away. The word hung between you guys, unsure of if he even meant to say it. Until he turned over slightly, grabbing the back of ur head. You gasped into the kiss, startled by his sudden movement. He sucked at your lips as if he wanted to inhale you altogether, he was desperate, like he’d been holding this in for years. and honestly, maybe he had. You matched him his energy, laying your arms onto his shoulder as you snuck your tongue into his mouth, making his breath stutter, his body jult, and a soft, choked up whimper escaped him. “f-fuck..” his hips started to roll against yours,

you couldn’t take it.

The way he fell apart under your touch, nearly crumbling like stone under your lips, you needed more. You needed to see him beg under you, pleading for you, crying that you’ll be a good boy for him if he let you do what you wanted to him. anything.

Then your hand drifted lower, fingers brushing against the bulge in his jeans in circular motion. This time, he didn’t flinch away,

Didn’t stop you,

Didn’t even breathe.

Your palm pressed down, grazing the length of him through the sweats, and you felt his whole body tense up. He pulled back from the kiss, panting against your mouth, eyes wide and glassy.

“You’re such a-” he started, but didn’t get the chance to finish.

Because your hand began fisting him through his pants, dragging the pressure along the shape of him until his hips twitched up into your palm. A low moan spilled from his throat, he was ashamed of how easy he fell for you.

His hands gripped your hips, fingers tightening like he needed something to hold onto before he lost it completely. And then he pulled you onto his lap, fast and a little clumsy, like if he didn’t do it now, he would’ve gone crazy

You didn’t fight it. You just sank into him, thighs straddling his, the heat between you unbearable now. The second you ground your hips into his, he gasped. “s-shit”

You rolled your hips down against him, with just enough pressure to make him jolt beneath you. His head fell back against the bed behind him, mouth parted, eyes shut and biting his bottom lip.

“F-fuck,” he breathed, barely audible.

Your hands were planted on his chest, steadying yourself as you moved faster. You could feel how hard he was. straining against the fabric, twitching every time you rolled your hips just right. His hands had slipped under your shirt now, trembling slightly, but too caught up in the moment to stop him. To stop anything. Your lips made its way to his ear. “You like that, ji?” He let out a broken moan. “Y-yeah—making me feel so good mo...-” he stopped before he could finish that sentence. his face heated up. He tried to cover it up with added groans but you knew what he wanted to say, and who were you to deny him that? so you inched closer to his face “its okay, let it out ji.”

His eyes rolled at the words. “Fuck.. y-yes mommy..”

You rocked your hips again. He bucked up into you, completely helpless with his hands gripping your waist like you were gonna run away. His breath hitched, eyes half open and glassy like he was seconds from breaking apart right under you. you pushed his limit.

“w-wait, I—”

But you didn’t. You leaned in, lips brushing against his again,

“Let it out, Ji.”

That did it.

His whole body tensed—fingers gripping to your hips so hard you were positive it would leave a mark. He gasped, choked on a moan, and stilled underneath you, eyes rolling back just the slightest bit.

“shit..—” he stuttered, hips bucking once, twice before falling still again. his face flushed deep pink as you felt the warmth spread between you. You watched him come undone in front of you. His lips trembled, fingers twitching like he didn’t know where to put them. Like he couldn’t believe what just happened, moaning your name like it was a spell. A soft laugh escaped your lips as you brushed some hair out of his face. “Already?”

He looked done, completely out of it. attempting to blink himself back into existence. “Im sorry.. I didn’t mean to—”

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

“I was just joking, ji”.

AN: Hii, thank you so much for reading my first fic on this account! I apologize it’s so disorganized, english isn’t my first language so there is probably many mistakes. Also had mad writers block during this, haha. reqs are open 24/7:)

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borathae · 3 days ago

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↳ Index [Snippet #58 - A Proposition]

“When you scratch Jungkook’s back for sleep.”

Genre: married life!AU, slice of life!AU, Fluff!!!

Warnings: Kookoo being the cutest bean to have ever beaned, he shadowboxes her hand and is cute with it, kissies and snugglies <3, he asks for back scratches <3, this is so cute and cozy

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: i just really love writing domestic fluff <3 especially with ogc!koo because he is actually THE CUTEST husband ever <3 have fun besties 🧡

The house is squeaky clean. The room is aired out and the sheets are as fresh as they can get. To top it all off, you shaved your legs and moisturised and washed your hair.

You have reached peak, enjoying it under the sheets with a good book on your phone. You love being clean.

Jungkook, your sweet husband and love of your life, leaves the en-suite.

“I just washed my hair, shaved and moisturised. I feel like a newborn”, he says, strutting to the closet for a fresh pair of loose boxers. He likes sleeping in them.

“I get you. Me too”, you say without looking up from the book. It is a really good book.

Newly dressed, Jungkook gets on the bed. He rolls over until he is by your side, making a sound for it as if he was in an action movie.

You smile to yourself and reach over to pet his head.

“Huah, huh, hwah!” he exclaims, boxing your open palm as quickly as he can with as little impact as possible. It makes the funniest slapping sound and doesn’t hurt in the slightest. You snicker in amusement.

“I’m just kidding. I love you”, he says and kisses your palm repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t serious. Heh. I love you.”

You finally look at him. He is too adorable not to. You want to be annoying back. You close your fingers on his lips so they are trapped in a pout, then squeeze.

“Meep”, you act as if you were using them to sound a horn, cackling loudly when Jungkook lifts his pretty eyes to glare.

You touch his chin and lean down to peck his lips. He retorts it all too eagerly.

“You’re adorable.”

He grins cutely, giving you a little snicker.

“Should we do something horny?” he asks.

“Why do you always ask that right after we changed the sheets? Can’t we enjoy fresh sheets for one night?” you ask, laughing.

“Because I get cozy horny when everything is fresh. I was just asking, you never know”, he insists very innocently, earning himself another smooch.

“Whatever, doofus. Maybe another time if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s okay”, he says and gets a kiss for it.

After the kiss, you return to the book while Jungkook looks at you. Yes, he looks at you. This may sound boring, but it is the most exciting thing he could do. He wasn’t truly serious about his previous question – a whipped man had to do what a whipped man had to do. Maybe you would have said yes and he could have been even closer to you, but he doesn’t mind that you said no. He loves looking at you.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, pook. You’re pretty too.”

He lies down on his stomach and props his arms up on his elbows so he can rest his chin on his palms.

“I like your hair and your skin and your face. And I like your body and how you’re so pretty.”

“I like this about you too, baby.”

He kicks his feet giddily and giggles.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

You smile to yourself, petting his hair. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. Once you pull back, he continues to gaze at you. He gets comfortable by laying his head on your lap.

“Hey”, you say, giving him attention.

“Hey”, he smiles.

You retort it and take the phone into one hand so you can use the other to play with his hair and ear piercings.

“This is nice”, he lets you know, relaxing.

It becomes harder and harder for Jungkook to keep looking at you. Your loving touch is like a sleeping spell to him. The strongest and most wonderful sleeping spell ever. At one point he even has to break the silence to slurp.

You look at him.

“Are you drooling on me?”

“No?”

You glance at the wet spot he left on your nightgown and which he currently tries to wipe away.

“What’s that then?”

“Nothing. Listen. It’s not my fault that I got sleepy. You played with my hair.”

You laugh fondly, looking back into the book.

“You don’t have to stay up for my sake.”

“If I fall asleep, you’ll stop petting me.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

He nuzzles you, ending it with a kiss. Afterwards, he rests his head on your lap again, tracing your stomach mindlessly.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“This is either gonna be serious or silly.” You put your phone aside for now. “I’m listening.”

“I will give you a very long full body massage tomorrow if you give me back scratches right now.”

“Interesting proposition. What if I have to work late tomorrow? It’s gonna be Friday after all.”

“Then, I’ll do it Saturday. You’ll get it. Including a foot massage.”

“Wow, high stakes indeed. But only if I give you scratches right now?”

“Yes. Then I owe you a debt.”

You laugh softly. You are so in love with him and his little goofball jokes.

“Alright, deal. Get comfy.”

“Hell yeah, this rocks”, he says under his breath and rolls onto his stomach. He shimmies his hips to get them comfortable, then gives you a look from the corner of his eye.

“Like this?” you ask him, crawling to him.

He nods his head. His cheek is nuzzled into the pillow, he has his arms bent and hidden halfway underneath it.

You fix the blanket so it covers his legs and yours, then sit down on the back of his thighs.

“So.” You slam your hands on his butt because butt slaps are your shared love language at this point. “How do you wanna do this?”

“I want it on my back and my sides and my arms and also my neck. And when you do my hair, can you do it with your entire hands? Run them through it, you know?”

“You really thought about it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I love your scratches.”

“Alright, I’ll do it like that”, you say and begin.

He shivers within the first touch, skin covered in goosebumps. He closes his eyes, sighing in happiness.

“I just got the shivers. It’s so nice.”

“It is” you agree, falling into the moment of relaxation with him.

You aren’t on social media a lot because you actually have a life and don’t have time for it. But on the rare occasions you are, you sometimes see “relationship humour” posts about unhappy girlfriends who complain about having to scratch their boyfriend’s back. You don’t get those women.

You could pet Jungkook for hours. It is so nice for you. You love him so much – so incredibly much – and when you can pamper him, it feels as if you are able to cover him in your love. Each inch of him is so precious to you and knowing that you can adore them fulfills you.

Perhaps you are just unnaturally obsessed with him, but you genuinely could pet and scratch him for hours.

He relaxes and breathes deeply when you scratch his back. When you tickle his sides lightly, he shivers and melts deeper into the sheets. His arms instantly are covered in goosebumps when you run your nails over them. And when you play with his hair, scratching his scalp at the same time, he makes little sounds of relaxation.

It is awesome. Petting him is awesome.

“It’s so nice”, he whispers, sounding happy. Knowing that this brings him happiness is another reason why you love petting him.

You run your fingers to his back and include your nails. He likes it when you stroke them up and down his entire back and when you include his arms on your way up and his sides on your way down.

You love touching him. Of course it can be understood in a sexy manner as well, you are obsessed with him when it comes to that. But right now, this isn’t sexual. This is intimate and connecting. You love touching him because it connects you to him. Feeling is such a constant sense. The skin feels clothes, temperature, air, movements. You constantly feel and yet when you get to pamper Jungkook, you are finally aware of this sense.

His skin is so soft and his hair is even softer. You play with his baby hair at the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

He peels his eyes open, murmuring something you can’t make out. He looks very disoriented and sleepy.

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“Sorry, just relax”, you whisper and bury your hands in his hair to play with it.

He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I dreamed of you”, he is dragging his words sleepily.

“You did?”

“You called me handsome and you were so pretty.”

“You are, baby. You’re so handsome.”

“___, you can’t ever get hurt”, he whispers before his face relaxes completely.

His right arm twitches into a different position. This must have been his last desperate attempt to stay awake. You would recognise this arm twitch everywhere. It only happens when he falls asleep.

“Sleep tight, my sweetheart” you whisper and kiss his cheek. You straighten up to continue your scratches.

You promised him that you would continue. Besides, it is so healing for you that you don’t want to stop anyway.

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modanisgf · 1 day ago

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— KISS ME , LARA RAJ

“SO, KISS ME.”

✎ SYNOPSIS — you and lara going on your first date.

✎ PAIRING(S) — lara raj x fem!reader

✎ GENRE(S) — sort of in the 'talking stage', first date, wlw, idol!reader x idol!lara

✎ WARNING(S) — no important warnings but, my first time writing a fic in MONTHS. no one say anythign i literally started this like two days before posting #rushed

request from this ask!

lara was so scared. she wasn’t exactly one to have good first dates, and now she was getting ready to go on one with the prettiest girl she’s ever met. all of her members were surrounding her as she got ready, fueling her stress even more. questions from them were being shot at her every second.

“what does y/n like?”

“are you sure this is a good idea?”

“what dress are you wearing?”

lara groaned putting her head in her hands, causing her members chatter to fade out.

“lara is everything okay?” yoonchae asks.

“no, i’m so nervous. what if it goes bad?” lara mumbles.

“i promise it’ll be okay lara, y/n is a nice girl. anything that happens she’ll be okay with.” daniela says, smiling at lara.

the rest of the members agree, making lara relax a bit more. she was going to enjoy this date, and hopefully all of your future ones.

lara had finally left the house, saying goodbye to all her members before standing on their porch. she was waiting for you to pick her up, her nerves hitting her once again.

a small smile appeared on lara’s face at the sight of your car, it growing bigger as she saw you get out.

“lara!” you call out to the girl, running up to her to give her a hug.

the two of you embraced as soon as you were close enough, your hands holding onto lara’s waist tightly as if she was going to disappear. lara laughed softly at this, returning the same touch to you.

“i missed you so much.” you whisper, just loud enough for the girl in your arms to hear.

“i missed you too.” lara replies, smiling.

you soon let lara go, a huge smile on your face.

“i can’t believe this is our first date, i wish we weren’t both so busy.” you say sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck.

lara nods, it was hard for both of you to adjust to your busy schedules while getting to know each other. truthfully, the two of you were performers. your schedules clashed so much that even with you two exploring a connection for months, this was your first real date ever. sure you had hung out before but you never went out together, which is why lara is so anxious. she needs this date to go perfect, who ever wants to start off on a bad foot?

eventually the two of you get in your car and drive to the destination of your date, it was a surprise for lara so she was excited. once you reached the parking lot, lara gasped. you were both at a carnival, one of lara’s favorite first date ideas. (you knew that she loved carnivals, since she talked to you about them for a good hour once). you smiled, stepping out of the car. you made your way to lara’s door, making sure to open it for her and take her hand in yours.

“are you excited?” you ask.

you giggled at lara’s demeanor, the girl was overjoyed.

“yes, thank you so much y/n.” lara says, giving you a hug.

“y’knowww, i should get a kiss for this.” you say teasingly, “since it’s one of your favorite date ideas.”

lara laughed a bit before shaking her head, "maybe if you win me something?"

your smile fades, giving her an annoyed look.

"don't look so sad," lara warns, "you'll get a kiss soon enough, n/n."

“okay c’mon, let’s go!” she exclaims, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the carnival.

—

right now you were extremely focused on this basketball carnival game, trying to get all the baskets you possibly can. normally, you hated games like these but when you saw the look in lara’s eyes seeing the stuffed giraffe as a prize you couldn’t hold back.

you were so close to winning the stuffed animal, the worker handing you your last ball. you positioned yourself for a perfect shot, in which you made it.

"the giraffe please!" you say, smiling ear to ear at your win.

lara was staring at your face the entire time, you looked so pretty whenever you smiled. after giving lara the giraffe she thanks you, but not without saying something that catches you off guard.

"your smile is so pretty." lara mutters, making your heart soar.

"thank you." you reply softly.

something about the look on lara's face made you want to kiss her right there, the moment feeling so intimate. something in you knew it wasn't the right time though, your eyes quickly diverting from eye contact with lara to the ground.

"we should go on the ferris wheel!" you stammer, leaving lara confused at the sudden mood change.

she ignored it though, following you as you walked rather quickly to the ferris wheel.

—

the ride would've been much more enjoyable if lara didn't make you incredibly nervous, your confidence going down after the moment you just shared. honestly, you felt sort of sick to your stomach. you knew lara could sense your anxiousness, the girl taking her hand in yours and squeezing it.

"y/n," lara starts, making you look away from the window to look at her.

"i want you to be honest with me, did something go wrong?" she questions, making your heart drop.

"no!" you respond quickly, "sorry, i just i don't know.”

a moment of silence followed your response, both of you breaking eye contact. lara moved her hand to her lap, creating insane tension between you two.

“y/n, it’s okay if you didn’t like the date and you don't feel the same. we can always just leave after this—“ lara starts before you cut her off.

“no, i’m sorry i just didn’t know what to say.” you say grabbing lara’s hand back.

“i really like you lara, like really really like you. you’re so perfect in every way, you just make me nervous.” you admit to the girl, making her smile.

“i like you too y/n.” she replies, squeezing your hand.

“does that mean i can get that kiss now?” you joke, making her laugh.

“yes you can.”

lara wraps her hands around your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. you hold her waist, keeping her close to you as kiss her. finally after a few moments, you both pull away.

you lock eyes, lara speaking up soon after your kiss almost out of breath.

“i want to kiss you again, so bad.”

“so, kiss me.”

—

it was safe to say you and lara did almost anything but enjoy the ferris wheel view, but frankly you didn't care. you'd never been happier in your life, holding hands with the girl of your dreams. it was time to say your goodbyes, as you had just arrived at her members house. the moon shining just right on lara's face, making you stare at her in awe.

you smile briefly at the girl before holding her face for a quick kiss, "today was fun." you say after.

"it really was." lara says.

the two of you hug, holding each other tightly just like you had hours before.

"i think i deserve at least one more kiss y'know?" you tease, making lara laugh softly.

"whatever you say," she muttered, her hands moving up towards your face as she pulled you in for another kiss. it felt so right kissing her, especially in this moment as the two of you kissed for what felt like ages. neither of you wanted to let go, but it was getting late.

"i have to go.." you murmur, making the girl in your arms groan.

"text me when you're home?" lara asks, to which you nod.

"always." you say, beginning to leave before lara grabs your hand again gently.

her body moved before she could really think of what she wanted to do, leading to her uttering out a quick question.

"will you be my girlfriend?" she says softly, "i want this to be more than a one time thing, no matter how busy we are."

feeling flustered at her words you reply simply, "of course."

you really hoped lara would miss your blush as she leaned in for one last kiss, the two of you giggling as you pulled away.

and just like that all of your wishes were granted, you were finally lara's and she was finally yours.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 days ago

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Hi, could you write something with this idea?

The reader goes to the tattoo and piercing store because she had an appointment scheduled with her trusted piercer to get the "Princess Diana" piercing (yes, that one 😏). She goes in psyched, calm, ready… but upon arrival, she learns that her piercer was replaced by Erik.

At first, she wants to cancel, not entirely comfortable with someone new touching her right in such an intimate place, but Erik, with that assurance of his, convinces her to stay. The tension becomes almost unbearable: the atmosphere is heavy, dense, full of intense glances, subtle touches, comments that seem innocent but full of intention.

It all happens with dim lights, background music, and that awkward silence that is only broken by her gasping for breath when he tells her in a deep voice: "You're going to have to trust me… or we can stop here."

That's an idea that has crossed my mind, you can change things to it 😊

The Princess Piercing

Erik Campbell x fem!reader

warning : they want eachother so bad, flirting, implied mutual feelings, tiny comfort, no use of Y/n

Summary : A a perfect day lay ahead of her until she saw that her piercer wasn't there. Instead, she found herself face to face with Erik, who assured her that he would give her the piercing she wanted. Who would have thought that a simple piercing could be so intimate when mixed with fear, care, and mutual attraction?

info: First of all, thank you for the idea/request, my smile grew wider and wider as I read ;) Sorry you had to wait so long, I hope you enjoy reading it, dear anon, and thank you all for your support.

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The moment she woke up that morning, it was going to be a perfect day.

It was one of those mornings when the alarm clock woke you up gently, your eyes weren't heavy when you opened them, and the warmth of the blanket was comforting.

The time of day that would have caused a sigh on any other day, the thought of work already ruining everything, was different on this day.

The day ahead was only taken up by an appointment she had chosen herself, and the rest was free.

The sun behind the curtains was pleasantly bright, not blinding, and it too wanted to wake her gently as a “Good Morning” came over her lips.

Maybe it was the lavender tea or the audiobook she had listened to before falling asleep to calm her nerves, but whatever it was, it had worked.

The nervousness she had felt yesterday when she had called her piercer for what was supposed to be a final consultation had subsided.

With an inner joy and a sense of relaxation, she threw back the covers, opened the curtains, and went about her usual morning routine, enjoying her morning coffee and breakfast while watching a little TV and counting the money again to make sure everything went smoothly.

That was all she remembered from her last conversation when she had gone to the piercing and tattoo shop, sat on the couch in the entrance with the slightly older woman, and they had discussed her plans.

The Princess Diana piercing wasn't just a nose or ear piercing; the needle would come close to her most intimate body part, piercing her most intimate area while she lay on the couch with her legs spread apart.

It was a thought that had made her feel uncomfortable the first time, but now when she thought about it, it was more or less a positive excitement as she realized that she was finally getting the piercing she had wanted for so long.

The morning slowly passed, she took a shower to freshen up before getting into her car to drive to the shop, her fingers drumming on the steering wheel as she listened to her favorite playlist, a secret tip from the piercer that helped calm her nerves.

As she drove into the parking lot, humming along to the song, she heard it to the end, folded down the mirror, and touched up her lip gloss with a smile, feeling content.

Nothing could have been better.

She was wearing a comfortable outfit, she felt good and ready, the weather was cooperating, she had the day off, and as she locked her car and walked toward the shop, she got one step closer to her piercing.

This is going to be good, she thought to herself as she opened the door and entered the familiar studio.

No sooner had the door closed behind her and she looked toward the cash register than she saw, or rather didn't see, her trusted piercer.

Instead of the woman, there stood a black-haired man who greeted her with a “Welcome, can I help you?” as she approached.

Almost as if she had known, her joy seemed to fade when she replied, “Hi, yes, I have an appointment for a piercing with your colleague Maria” and she took the small piece of paper out of her bag that Maria had given her, on which the date and time she was supposed to come here were written.

The employee took the note from her when she placed it in front of him, but an apologetic look appeared on his face. “Sorry, Maria called five minutes ago to say she can't come in...can I help you?” he asked, gesturing invitingly toward the glass display cases and tattoo pictures.

How could he have known what kind of piercing she wanted?

This fact threatened to ruin her mood and replaced it with unease when she realized that she had to explain to a stranger that she wanted one of the most intimate piercings available.

He seemed nice, his own piercings spoke of his love of fun, his tattoos were beautifully designed, and his smile was friendly...but he wasn't the one she wanted to be close to.

Taking the piece of paper back and sighing, she replied, “I know you're just as good as Maria, but she's been piercing me for the last few years and, well, I don't feel quite so comfortable having someone else do it” she admitted, feeling a little stupid, even though it was a completely normal reaction.

No one liked to enter a new situation like this with a stranger, but he just nodded understandingly, as if he had been in this situation hundreds of times before.

It was as if he understood her better than anyone else, as if he would give her a hug if she asked for one, as if he would give her all the care that Maria had given her.

He probably had, which is why she wasn't surprised when he replied, “You can call me Erik. We've only known each other for five minutes, but I can assure you that I'll take just as good care of you and won't stab you with the needle” he tried to cheer her up, and his smile calmed her down a little.

He was funny in a way, yet caring.

Probably you had to be like that in a job like his, whether it was reassuring children getting their first earrings or long-time customers with whom you joked around more than you worked.

But what should she say?

Agree that he was exactly as he was, but he didn't know what kind of piercing she wanted.

A fact he addressed when Erik asked, “What kind of piercing would you like?” and pointed to the display case with the various rubber body parts that the piercer showed her as if it were her first time there.

She tried to suppress her excitement as she took a deep breath, pretending to follow his hand as it pointed to the various small metal rings and balls until she finally said, “The Princess Diana piercing” and avoided his gaze, a gaze that went from surprise to almost fascination when she felt his eyes linger on her.

It was as if something had changed between them.

The shop seemed to become too small, the light from outside suddenly seemed too dim, the ceiling fan provided only a slight breeze, the music in the background slowed down, and the ticking of the clock seemed to echo her rapid heartbeat.

Her 'secret' had been revealed, and now she was confronted with Erik, who smiled as if he had realized something. “Thought you were a piercing virgin. Come with me to the back, and you can leave anytime before I do it” he made her the suggestion and pointed further inside to where the room for more intimate piercings was, so that not everyone could just walk in.

It was a suggestion that didn't make her cheeks flush, the man in front of her was so open about it that it attracted her and she just nodded, the tension and excitement under her skin crackling upwards as she followed him.

When he praised her, saying, “You're a brave girl, I must say,” she simply replied, “Thank you, Erik,” as if it were her first time, as if she didn't understand what was happening, as if she were feeling the needle on her body for the first time.

The man in front of her who opened the door and turned on the light, whose gaze fell on her and suddenly placed his hand on her pulse, heat met heat as she paused when his fingers pressed lightly on her artery.

Like a doctor checking her pulse, he smiled at her, “Excitement is good, it gets the blood flowing...to the right places” he winked and closed the door to give her the privacy she needed to undress.

She exhaled the air she had been holding as she put down her bag and began to undress, but the thought that he could come in at any moment, the dull music, and the anticipation of pain were an almost sexual excitement.

Whether it was the piercing or Erik didn't seem to matter anymore when she called out to him and only moments later the door opened and he stood in front of her.

His gaze remained fixed on her eyes and slid to his tools before his hand gently but firmly directed her towards the chair.

“Sit down, dear” he murmured, and she obeyed his command, the room too small for her to fit, the music too slow for her to understand, and Erik slowly getting too close for her not to find it arousing.

The chair with its casters glided across the floor as he came toward her, his gloved latex hands pushing her legs slightly further apart muttering “Good girl” under his breath.

As her fingers clung to her T-shirt, the adrenaline beginning to rush through her, she flinched when he pressed a test needle against her inner thigh.

Erik was amused, a memory of what was about to happen, their eyes meeting nonetheless, him looking at her most intimate spot, the agreement still between them.

A gasp escaped her as Erik whispered, “You'll have to trust me... or we can stop here” his eyes never left hers as the tension became unbearable.

Her nod was enough of an answer for him, and with the needle penetrating her skin, her gasp and his knowing smile, she finally got her Princess Diana piercing.

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mermaidgirl30 · 2 days ago

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✨Saving What Was Lost Part 9: Stay✨

Pre-Outbreak! Joel Miller x fem! reader

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A/N: I’ve been a little busy the past few months focusing on my book, but I’m excited I finally had time to write a little for this series 🩵 I love these two so much, and I hope you enjoy! We’re getting into Joel’s angst in this chapter.

Chapter Summary: You get a glimpse into Joel’s past and realize he might be just as broken as you.

Rating: 18+ only MDNI

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags: Grief, flashbacks, soft! Joel, grieving Joel, angst, feelings, fluff, dual POV, age gap (reader late 20’s, Joel late 40’s), slow burn

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

January’s cold, with light snowflakes glistening on the ground outside. But today, it’s warm inside. The fire pops, shrouding the room in a blanket of heat, while the trees howl outside the windows.

It’s Friday. Nothing’s on Joel’s schedule. Not even Tommy’s blowing up his phone. It’s just peaceful, a bit silent, draped in muted tranquility. But also, there’s something in the air, tingling along your arm like electricity. Something new. Something untouched. Something… warm.

“C’mere. Wanna show you something,” Joel says from across the way, leaning against the fireplace. He’s all warm, like usual. A small smile curled across his lips. Brown eyes slipping over you. A green flannel pulled across his cords of muscle. Greying locks all tousled from his hands. It makes you almost breathless.

You tilt your head and lay the book flat on the couch, your eyes brimming with curiosity. “What is it?”

“A surprise,” he says, flashing you a white smile across the room.

Pressing your lips together, you frown, but only a little. “You know I don’t like—”

He interjects and looks at you, softening his crinkling eyes. “You trust me?”

There’s that question again. The one that makes your stomach flip. Makes you somersault all the way to his glittering brown eyes.

You swallow and nod slowly. “Yes.”

Tugging on a grin, he tilts his head and starts walking toward the long hallway. “C’mon, then. Got something you might like.”

Slowly, you trail after him, keeping a faint distance, but also following right on his heels like a cat, tiptoeing over solid wooden floors and flitting by framed photos.

He stops at the end of the hall, right in front of his office. The one he keeps shut all the time. Two solid mahogany doors polished and dusted, with golden doorknobs and invisible signs that must say to keep the door closed. But there he is, pushing them wide open, allowing you to step through into his space.

“Well, here we are,” he says as you pass through the doors, your eyes wide at the scene.

“This is… Wow. This is your office?” you ask, your jaw dropped as you map out his large office.

“Mhm,” he chuckles. “Figured you might wanna look through the bookshelves in here. Almost forget about them sometimes.”

Your eyes trail over the dark wood of the walls, framed pictures of lakes and deer in thick forests hanging high above. There’s a large mahogany desk in the back corner that’s littered with papers, an open laptop, ink pens, and a pair of glasses. A small reading area sits tucked away in the right hand side of the room, a couple pillows pressed against the clear window that overlooks the side of the house—trees and acres of land to map out Joel’s space. But what gets you the most are the large, expensive bookcases that line the back walls. All filled with various types. Some full of color, some old with a light coat of dust on the pages, some brand new with a film of shine.

It’s incredible. This is exactly somewhere you’d hang out. Maybe when Joel’s up late working a case. You could just curl up in the corner by the window seat, watch over the top of a book while he smooths his face with his hand, peels his eyes open with the sip of his black coffee. You think you’d like that. Staying up with him, keeping him company. Maybe he wouldn’t be so stressed then. Maybe he could finally just relax for a bit.

“These are all yours?” you ask as you trail your hand over the colorful spines, astounded at the texts he has sitting here, waiting to be read.

“All mine.” There’s a smile you hear in his light tone. It makes tingles run down your arms.

“Joel… this is incredible,” you breathe as you pull out a book on the history of Ireland, fingers brushing against the pristine pages of dark green land.

“Quite the collection, yeah?” he asks, amused as he slides in next to you, dragging his fingers over the polished shelves.

“Yeah…”

“Well, it’s yours now, too.”

Your mouth drops open as you snap your head to the side, almost dropping the book in surprise. “What did you say?”

He smiles, a saccharine expression framing his brown eyes. “Pick anything you like, sweetheart. They’re as much yours as they are mine.”

“Joel…”

Brushing it off, he tilts his head to the side, encouraging you to venture in his office. “Well, go on, sweetheart. They’re waitin’ for you.”

They’re waiting for you. He means the books, but it almost sounds like he’s waiting too, for you.

Swallowing, you pad across the room, eagerly slipping books from the shelves, till you have a stack against your chest. Joel chuckles when he turns and sees you carrying the large load. His eyes are all sparkling and soft, just like they always are when he looks at you. You can’t help but to smile back at him and blush. Has he always made you feel this warm? You guess he has. Even from that first night he saved you, he’s always been so fucking soft for you, you think.

When you turn, you still at the edge of his desk when a glint of a smile catches your eye. Setting the books on the edge, you tiptoe over to the shiny glass and pick up a picture that’s framed in a golden hue. The glass spotless, like he wipes it of dust every hour of each day.

You ghost your fingers over the untainted glass and swallow as your eyes peel over the picture. There’s Joel. A few years younger, wearing a soft white T-shirt and blue jeans, standing in front of a planetarium sign. He’s all smiles, his eyes glowing, hair all tousled. And there’s a little girl standing next to him, holding up a hand with one arm wrapped around his back. She’s got short brown hair tied up halfway, hazel eyes that favor mostly green, freckles dusted across her nose, and a rock and roll T-shirt donned against black shorts.

“Who’s this?”

Joel turns his head, his eyes falling to the picture you’re holding like it’s fragile and delicate. “Oh. That’s umm, Ellie,” he says carefully as he pads up beside you, his eyes flicking to the picture that’s in your hands.

“Is she yours?” you ask cautiously.

“She… was mine.” He takes the picture from your grasp and runs his thumb along the outer glass, tracing her face like she was the most important light in his life, besides Sarah.

“Was?” You tilt your head and look up to find his eyes glistening with held back tears.

“Was…” he whispers faintly, like he’s afraid to speak it into existence.

You continue staring at him, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for the pin to drop. But you think it might’ve already hit the floor.

His mouth forms into a tight line as he speaks. “I found her in a shipping container when I was on a job. She was all alone and scared. Twelve-years-old. Only three years younger than Sarah. Found out she was in foster care, and I jus’ didn’t have the heart to take her back to that. So, I adopted her.”

You move a little closer and lean into the mahogany desk, right where he’s at, still staring into the glass like it’ll come to life.

“God, that girl was a troublemaker,” he chuckles, shaking his tousled hair out. “Always getting into stuff, always so fascinated by everything. Couldn’t get that girl to be still for a second.”

“Sounds like you were fond of her,” you smile as your eyes flick up to his.

He glances over at you and nods. “Yeah. She got on my nerves, but I really loved that girl.”

I really loved that girl. The words stick to your skin like summer sweat. You blink up at him and wait. Waiting for you’re not sure what. For him to continue explaining, you guess.

His attention falls back on the picture frame. “She was always so excited for college. Paleontology. That’s what she wanted to do. Couldn’t get that girl to stop talkin’ ‘bout dinosaurs for even a second. She was so eager to get back to campus, even though it was the middle of Christmas break. Crazy girl.” He laughs under his breath, shakes his head again at the memory.

Curling your fingers against the edge of the desk, you reach for more. “What happened to her?”

He tenses at the question. His lips press together, and he clenches his jaw. Then, he whispers, quietly. “She died.”

The air pierces in a deafening silence, almost like the trees froze outside and the world stopped spinning. Oxygen ceases to exist for a second in your lungs as you gasp for air.

She died.

“She… oh, Joel.” You stumble over words, almost afraid to say anything.

He shifts his weight and leans deeper against the desk, like he’s trying to melt into nonexistence. Just so he won’t have to talk about it. “A few days after Christmas. She was so eager to get back to campus. Even though it was dark outside. She couldn’t wait till the mornin’. Said she had to get back to an important project. But I told her to wait ‘cause it was freezin’ out. And it was drizzling rain, a little sleet building on her car.”

You blink, trying to gather everything he just said to you. “She left?”

He nods. “I tried to pry the keys from her hand. Told her if it was so urgent to let me drive, but she refused. Said she was fine, and I’d jus’ slow her down. So I let her go, jus’ like that…”

There’s a dark cloud hanging over his greying locks, a deep melancholy feeling burrowing into your chest. And there’s static around the room, depleting Joel’s oxygen, making his brain ache with a migraine between his blurry eyes. You want to reach and take it from him, replace the pain with something good, but all you can seem to do is just stand there, hoping someone can come and save him.

“What happened?” you ask, cautious as the void blooms in his dark eyes.

He opens his mouth once and snaps it shut, swallows something down and pushes the drawbridge open again, before he shuts down. “A truck lost control on the slick road,” he states, looking down at the picture in his hand, thumb grazing over her smiling face. “There was ice, and he was going too fast. And he… he hit Ellie and knocked her car off the side of the road.” He stops a beat, swallows a tear and continues with shaky hands. “The fire department gave me a call, and I raced there as fast as I could. Almost lost control myself, but nothing seemed to matter in the moment. I jus’ had to get to her, to know she was okay. But by the time I got there, she was just… gone.”

The last word makes your ears ring, makes you want to pull him into your arms to soothe the pain, but you don’t move. You just freeze, aching to say something that’ll make him feel better, but what can you say?

“Joel…” you plead, desperate to crawl into his lap and hug him tight. But again, you do nothing. You’re just here, existing next to his space. Invisible strings that should be cut and pulled apart.

“She was just starting out. Still had a lifetime ahead of her. If I would’ve pushed harder for her to stay, would’ve taken the keys from her hand and drove her myself then maybe… maybe she’d be here. Maybe I would’ve taken her place. Maybe… I’d still have my little girl.” His voice cracks at the end of the sentence, a desperate cry to get his little girl back, but she’s gone. And he sounds so broken, so angry, yet pawing for some relief to his ache. You want to give him that, if only you knew how.

Slowly looking up, you carefully reach out and brush the side of your knuckles against his wrist, where his watch sits idle. “It’s not your fault,” you say, trying to soothe the ache away.

“It feels like my fault,” he growls a little, hanging his head a little lower as his bottom lip trembles. “Some days are so fuckin’ hard to get through. Some days I can’t stand to look in the mirror because all I see is that shattered glass on her broken windshield. All I see is my Ellie staring back at me with glassy eyes. And it… it… fuckin’ hurts.” He cracks as a tear slips free, landing on the glass of that perfect picture of his whole world in his hands.

Another minute goes by, and his eyes are all coated in a thick shine as tears gather and spill one by one, pressing on his heartstrings with each drop that lands on the glass.

You need to do something. What, you’re not sure. But you think maybe if he had someone to hold then maybe it’d sting a bit less. Maybe, just maybe, you could take his gloomy day and turn it into spots of sunlight.

Blinking again, you slowly turn your body around and stop when your legs are pressed against his knees. He’s still lost in the past, trying to hold on to Ellie, but she’s slipped from his grasp. And before the picture falls from his open hand, you catch it and set it back down on the desk, waiting for him to look up.

“Joel?” you say, calling his name softly, but he doesn’t look up, doesn’t even move. So you try a new tactic. One that will take a little courage to muster up.

Slowly, hesitantly, you wrap your fingers around the soft material of his blue flannel and take a step closer, till you’re right in his space.

He swallows another tear and blinks up, his eyes all misty with tears, dark brown and coated in sorrow. And he just stares at you, like you’re some kind of saving grace. Like maybe you could steal his hurt and lock it away in a safe, somewhere he couldn’t find it again.

You just stand there, breathing each other’s air, locking eyes until you’re brave enough to move again. He doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even stutter once you take one step closer, till you’re almost chest to chest with him. And with one more look at his molten eyes, you’re falling.

You wrap your arms around his back and lean into him, smelling his woodsy scent, molding yourself to his broad body as your fingers grasp at his flannel. He sits there for a minute, his arms locked at his sides, like he can’t believe what’s happening. And then slowly but surely, he’s folding his arms around you like a blanket and pulling you in, till he’s wrapped himself completely in you and blended his pain into the seams of your sweater.

“I’m right here, Joel. I’m here. It’s okay. Just let it out,” you whisper against his warm chest. “You stole some of my pain, now I’m going to steal some of yours.”

Joel buries himself in you. Resting his chin on the crown of your head, he lets the tears fall, but you never minded the rain, so you let him pour himself all over you.

“I miss her all the fuckin’ time,” he whimpers out, like someone just staked him in the heart. “And sometimes it feels like she’s still here, waiting for me to take her to her favorite dinosaur museum, but she’s gone…”

You feel the pain knotted in your chest, like you just took a bullet in his place. And maybe you would. If you could keep the silver from piercing his skin, you would.

“I know,” you coo, trying your best to quell the sorrow. “It’s okay, Joel. I’m here now.”

He grips you tighter and hauls you against him, like a brick wall that won’t crumble. Human touch makes you shiver, but Joel keeps the chill from your bones. He’s always just so… warm. He’s a safe space and now, you’re his.

“Jus’ don’t… don’t leave, okay?” he begs as another tear slips down his lashes. “Jus’ stay.”

Stay. The word presses on your heartstrings, somersaults through your stomach. You want to stay. And even though part of you misses Washington, Washington doesn’t have Joel. Joel is where you belong, you think. So maybe you will stay.

You squeeze him tighter and nuzzle your nose into his winter scent. “I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”

His lips brush over the top of your head, just the slightest so he can whisper, “I don’t want to lose you, too.”

And it’s in that moment that you shatter, like all the million parts of you when you were taken. But he puts the pieces back together one by one.

“You won’t…” you whisper back as you close your ears and sink against him.

You stay like that. For seconds, minutes, maybe an hour. But you lose track of time because time doesn’t exist right now. There’s just you and Joel, and you don’t plan on letting go anytime soon. Not unless he does.

Stay. His words ricochet off the walls, till they blend into everything around you like paint.

Stay….

—

It’s after eleven now. The rest of the house is asleep. Lights dim, floors creaking as you chew on your bottom lip. You’re standing outside his closed bedroom door in your pajamas—pink silk shorts and a cotton T-shirt as you hug your arms across your body. You debate turning back around, slipping under the safety of your own covers, but you’re torn.

After Joel told you about Ellie, he barely said a word the rest of the night. Dinner was eaten in silence, only the clinking of silverware against glass cut through the white noise. And then there was the static of the tv, his far-off gaze glued to the screen, even if he wasn’t really paying attention. He said he was tired about nine and retired to his room, leaving you alone in the living room with the weight of his sadness swimming through the air.

You stared at your reflection for a solid ten minutes before you got the nerve to crack the door open. Paced circles around your room till you were able to pad across the floorboards outside your room. And now, you’re here, standing in front of his bedroom, waiting for something to happen.

Leaving him alone in the state he’s in isn’t an option. You saw how wrecked he was when he dragged his feet up the steps, saw how worn the wrinkles around his misty eyes were. And when you went to bed, all you could feel were his arms latching around you like a teddy bear, hanging on for dear life.

He needs you, you think. And even though you’re scared to death of taking a step into his room, you need to try. For him, you’ll try anything.

Taking a deep breath, you swallow down some courage and lift your hand, till you’re leaving small knocks across his solid door. Slowly, you crack it open and call his name through the darkness. “Joel?”

You hear him toss in his sheets, until he’s sitting up and rubbing his eyes of sleep. “Sweetheart?” he asks as he reaches for the lamp at the side of his bed. “What’s wrong?”

Chewing your bottom lip, you take a hesitant step inside and leave the door cracked, slowly making your way into the middle of his room. “Nothing’s wrong,” you say, shaking your head.

Nothing’s wrong, but you need him, just like he needs you.

He blinks at you, body lax but also stiff, like he might jump up at any second. “Did you have another nightmare?” he asks as the lamp shines next to him.

“No,” you say quietly, shaking your head.

He tilts his head and does a once-over, trying to figure out why you’re standing here. “Then why did you—”

You interject and let the words slip. “Can I stay with you?”

He blinks again, his eyes wider than they were seconds ago, like he doesn’t understand the muffling of your words. “Can you…”

“Stay with you,” you repeat, so he’s sure he heard you right.

He parts his lips and breathes, just staring for a beat. Then, he nods as he curls his lips into an easy smile. “‘Course you can stay, sweetheart.”

“Okay…” You quietly pad across the carpet, your heart beating out of your chest as you take a steady breath and blow it out through your nose. Your heart’s thundering as you carefully slip against the cool sheets, your hand resting on the soft brown comforter.

You can feel Joel staring at you from over your shoulder, can feel the heat his body blankets in the vicinity. And while you’re scared for more, for this—sleeping in his bed—it’s not like this is the first time you’ve been in his arms.

Joel doesn’t move as you slide beneath the sheets, careful to stay on the left side of the bed while he stays on his side. And when you finally settle, he flips off the lamp and sinks back into the mattress once the room is filled with darkness. Only the moonlight spills through the window, making starry patterns on the pristine walls.

You hear him breathing, like you are. Slow breaths with pounding hooves across your chest. There’s an ache tugging at your core. A slip of something pulling you closer. Like the way your hand automatically grazes the back of his—skin hot like the blazing sun rays.

Slowly, you turn your head toward him and find him staring back at you, dark eyes that seem so soft, yet filled with turmoil from the afternoon. And you want to soothe him, want to make him feel better. Like maybe you could hug away the aftermath of Ellie’s absence in his life.

With a few words of encouragement to yourself and muted affirmations that you can do this, you roll onto your side and crawl over to him, till you’re blanketed on top of him with your body.

Sighing, Joel weaves a hand through your hair and strokes lightly down your back while his other arm wraps around you. “Sweetheart,” he coos into the shell of your ear. You melt into the raspy sound of his voice and look up, till you’re face to face with those syrupy brown eyes.

“Joel?”

“Hmm?” he hums, seeming to be enraptured by your eyes.

“You remember that day in the truck that you told me I didn’t have to be alone?”

“Yeah, I remember.“ He tilts his head to the side and asks, “How come?”

Swallowing, you take a deep breath and quietly say, “Well, you don’t have to be alone either.”

He stares at you a beat—mouth parted and eyes so soft that you could melt into them. And they’re all coated in held back tears, all starry just for you. “C’mere, sweet girl.” Joel tugs you against his chest and wraps his arms tight around you, like he may never let go. You hope he doesn’t. His lips brush lightly over the crown of your head, and you revel in the feel of it, of the hunger that stirs in your chest to be needed.

He needs you.

And with that Southern drawl of his, he whispers the words you’ve been waiting to hear. “You’re exactly what I needed…”

You sink into the feel of his white T-shirt and thread your fingers around him as you nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling his woodsy scent that encompasses you.

“I needed you, too,” you whisper. And as he hugs you tighter, you drift off into a blissful sleep, wrapped in Joel like a cocoon.

Maybe you’ve always needed him, just like he needs you…

—

Sunlight filters through the window as you blink your eyes open, rubbing the sleep away while a yawn falls from your lips. You take a second to fully open your eyes, to register you’re in Joel’s bed, still curled into the side of his warm body.

Smiling to yourself, you see he’s still fast asleep. His chest rises and falls in cadence as slow breaths pass his lips. He looks so beautiful sleeping. Messy curls against his pillow, eyelids fluttering like he’s dreaming, his arm still tucked snugly around your hip. And it feels right. This feels right. Even if you’re scared of getting close to someone after the trauma you’ve endured, you think you’d like to stay right here, tucked into Joel’s side.

You outline the curves of his face with the trace of your fingers, mapping every wrinkle and tilt of his mouth like they’re stars lining the night skies. When you lightly dance over his salt-and-pepper scruff, he rolls a little to the left side and falls back into stillness, letting you scratch along his jawline.

You could brush along his lips with yours. That’s how close he is. Close enough to taste. You almost want to graze your lips across his, but you don’t. Instead, you take one more good look at him bleached in sunlight and slip out of his arms, careful not to wake him. After he’s had so many restless nights, you just want to let him sleep. He needs it.

Suddenly, you get this bright idea in your head to do something nice for him. You’re sure he’d love to wake up to a fresh cup of coffee and some pancakes. He’s been doing most of that lately, so now it’s your turn to show him how much you appreciate him. This is something you think he’ll love.

Slipping one of his blue flannels on, you tiptoe out of his room and hurry to your bathroom. When you flip on the light, you run the brush through your hair, scrub your face clean, and take the toothbrush across your teeth. When you think you’re good enough, you grab your phone and make your way down the hallway, to the kitchen.

Once you’ve flipped the kitchen lights on and pulled back the curtains, you get to work. With an old 80’s pop song on, you bop your way through starting the coffee and turn on the stove as you mix batter and blueberries together. You talk yourself through mixing the ingredients and accidentally get a little flour on your cheek, but you brush it off because you’re having fun. For once in your life, you’re learning to enjoy little bits of your morning routine. Even if you’re still learning step by step how to do life again, you think Joel’s teaching you, with his hand in yours. And Tess, she’s helping you swim your way through therapy. You think maybe, just maybe, this is all working as it should.

—

Joel rolls on his back and throws his arms over his head, stretching as he rubs his tired eyes awake. Sunlight fills the room in a bright glow, but when he turns his head to the left, he sees empty sheets. There’s just an imprint of you still curled to his side.

He sighs and falls to his back again, ghosting his hand over the slept-in sheets where your body laid just minutes ago. There’s an ache in his chest, something like maybe he misses you. But also, he feels so full because he had you wrapped in his arms all night long. You took the sting away, pulled on his heartstrings just enough for him to see the sun again.

You did that. You showed him the light. He saw it in the way you looked at him—all doe-eyed while you nuzzled against his chest. You saw him for what he is—a lonely wolf that lost one of his own. But now, he thinks you might’ve filled that hole. The one he’s had speared open since Ellie died. But now, you’re giving him something to hold onto. You’ve given him hope…

With a low groan, he hauls himself up and makes his way toward the door, dragging his feet with a smile on his face. “Now, where did you go?” he asks himself, chuckling when he slips through the door and sees that your room is empty.

A clink of pots from the kitchen makes him turn his head toward the staircase. And when he hears soft humming coming from that direction, he can’t help the smile that pulls across his lips.

Found you.

Slipping into a stool unnoticed, he leans against the kitchen island and watches you flit around the kitchen like a dancer. Sunlight coats your skin in a golden hue. Your hair bounces with every step as you pour powdered sugar into a bowl. Your head bops to the beat of an old pop hit as you grab for a spoon, whisking eggs together in a bowl.

Joel can’t help but to feel a warmth burning in his chest, heating his cheeks when he watches you glide like a fairy through the kitchen. You’re absolutely breathtaking, he thinks. The most free he’s ever seen you. And he likes this. Likes seeing you so alive after months of nightmares he couldn’t quite tame. But look at you now, spreading your wings, taking a leap of faith across lakes of water, all while wearing his flannel. He kinda likes that. Seeing you wear his clothes. Makes him feel like he’s got a crush, and maybe he does.

When the song ends and another begins, he clears his throat and watches you about drop the bowl you’re holding. Your eyes go wide, and you gasp. “Oh, Joel! I didn’t know you were there.”

He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head. “Figured I’d just watch you for a minute. You seemed in your element.”

You set the mixing bowl on the edge of the counter and smile shyly his way, pulling on the flannel that’s wrapped around your body. “Could’ve said something,” you say, shyly fluttering your pretty eyelashes up at him.

“Good morning, sweetheart,” he smiles, watching you play absentmindedly with some fringe at the bottom of your sleeper shorts.

“Morning,” you say with a small smile across your pink lips. Lips that look like morning dew. “You sleep okay?”

He nods. “Best sleep I’ve had in a long time.”

There you go, smiling again, brightening up his morning yet again. “Here, I made you some coffee,” you say as you pour in the black liquid in a white mug, letting the steam billow through the air. You slide it over to him, till it’s safe in his hands.

The side of his mouth twitches into a smirk as his eyes slide over you. “Was nice of you to do that.”

“Hope you like it,” you smile.

“You made it, so ‘course I’ll like it.” He tips the mug up and takes a generous sip, letting the warm liquid saturate his taste buds. “Mmm. Yeah. Jus’ how I like it,” he murmurs as he takes another gulp.

“Glad you like it,” you giggle.

He chuckles as he notices the flour on your cheek, how it sticks out. And just before he decides to brush it away, he taps his finger to his own cheek. “You’ve got a little flour right—”

“Oh!” You frantically wipe it off with the palm of your hand and instantly blush. He thinks you’re fucking adorable all rosy-cheeked and embarrassed. “Must’ve got carried away with the cooking.”

Another laugh and he’s running a hand through his messy locks. “Must’ve,” he smiles.

There’s a moment between the two of you. Something hanging in the air that isn’t heavy, doesn’t have any weight to it. But it shines like the sun, blooms through his nervous system. He thinks he’s fallen in love.

You turn back around and flip some fluffy pancakes onto a plate and bring him some, including a bottle of syrup and a spoonful of butter.

His eyes flick over your beautiful form, taking you in like you’re a breath of fresh air. Like you’re a garden full of roses. “You know, you keep stealing my flannels and I’ll have to buy more.”

You turn around and smirk up at him, a brow raised, eyes bright. “You want it back?”

He chuckles, shakes his head at you. “No. Keep it. Looks good on you.”

And it does. His clothes always look good on you.

You tuck a lock behind your ear and blush, smiling sweetly as you blink up at him. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he smiles. And when you turn back around, he doesn’t focus on the pancakes or fresh cup of coffee in front of him. He keeps his eyes on the woman he’s falling head over heels for. A woman he saved, who also ended up saving himself.

If I’m the moon, she must be the sun that coated me in light, he thinks to himself.

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sturniqlo · 18 hours ago

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GOLDEN— M.S

pairing: boyfriend!matt x girlfriend!reader

summary: where you begin to experience fears, formed from past relationships, about you new relationship with matt that is currently in the honeymoon phase

cw: self doubt, relationship doubt, fluff

wc: around 1000ish?

fine line writing marathon

you and matt had just celebrated your six month anniversary a week ago. it was sweet and simple, something you both liked. you two had a night in at matt's place that included takeout from a restaurant near matt's apartment, talking about random things, many kisses, and a kiss that eventually led to more.

but in your mind, passing the six month mark in relationships was something you now... dreaded. for you, the six month mark was when it all started to fall apart in your past relationships. you didn't mean to think this, you didn't want to, especially not with matt. the fear just creeped in naturally.

every relationship before matt always started off with strong passion and strong promises, which you eventually realized that it was love bombing. and every one of those men had left you with less and less of yourself than you started with.

but matt was different, right?

matt knew you were scared, you told him even though it was something you were ashamed of, but he never judged you for it, never. instead, he listened, he listened to your fears and understood where you were coming from. still, no matter how many times he told you that he wanted you, just you, there was always that small voice in your head whispering those doubts. it was telling you that he'd change. you tried to not listen to it, you didn't want to listen.

"hey, pretty girl." matt said with a huge smile as you opened the passenger door. his voice warm and playful, as it always was after not seeing you for some time. today was going to be a simple hang out with matt, there was nothing planned, which made it more exciting for you. "hi, pretty boy." you smiled back, the nickname had started off as a playful joke to copy him, but it eventually turned to something permanent. you slid into the passenger seat, you heart fluttering. matt leaned over, his hand reaching gently for your chin. he kissed you, it was sweet, gentle, and refreshing.

"missed you." he murmured, his forehead rest lightly on yours. "i missed you too." your voice no louder than a whisper. he gave you chin a light squeeze before letting go. "ready?" you nodded, trying to swallow the unease that started to build up. as the car pulled out, you kept your eyes on the road even though you weren't the one driving. matt reached out and rested his hand on your thigh, you hand followed and landed on top of his hand, fiddling with his fingers.

"so, how was last night with your friends? had fun?" for a second, that unease went away. "oh, yeah! we went to my place after the mall and we just watched movies and gossiped. it was nice. although i think the neighbors heard my laugh all night." you said, looking at him. matt chuckled. "i like hearing your laugh. s'my favorite sound." your cheeks flushed. you turned your face to the window so he wouldn't see the wha you were smiling.

"what about you? do anything fun yesterday?" you finally looked in his direction. "nah," he shook his head. "just stayed in and hopped on the game. boring night without you." he looked over at you at the red light, his gaze lingering. "i was thinking about you the whole time. thought about calling you all night."

"why didn't you?" you fiddled with his bracelet. "wanted to give you some uninterrupted time with your friends. i know you missed hanging out with them." that warmed your heart.

after lunch, you and matt went shopping for a bit before returning back to his place, you were now curled up into his side on his couch. your legs were tangled with his beneath a shared a blanket. the tv played a show that you two were now not paying attention to. his arm rested around you, and your hand rested on his jaw as your guys' lips slotted with each other. after some time, you pulled away with light pecks.

"matt?" you said quietly. "yeah?" his thumb began to rub against your arm. "do you think..." you hesitated. "do you think we're going to be okay?" he furrowed his eyebrows slightly. "you mean like... us?" you nodded. "i think we're already okay." he said. "but if you mean long term, yeah i do." your gaze shifted down to your hands fidgeting with the blanket.

"it's just, i don't know why... there always seems to be this invisible expiration date for me, but i really like you and— and i don't want to keep feeling this way. i really like where we're at." you looked up at him, your eyes slightly glassy. his face softened. "i know, pretty. i can see it, but i want you to know that im not going anywhere. i don't know what our future looks like, but just know that i want it with you." his hand came up to cradle your jaw.

"you say that now..." that familiar feeling came creeping up again. "and i'll say it tomorrow too. and the day after that." he said. you leaned into him, breathing his scent in. "what if i never stop being scared?" you mumbled against his hoodie. "i'll keep reminding you that you're safe with me." he kissed your hair. "however long it takes, i'll always remind you."

there was a long pause. and then he said something for the first time.

"i love you." your breath hitched and you looked up at him. you had been holding in those words for weeks, probably even longer. you had never said those words to anymore before. but with matt, it felt so simple. his eyes searched yours, opened and patient, just like he was. and maybe that's why you were scared, he was so open. "i love you too." you broke out into a smile, and so did he. slowly, he leaned in and pressed his lips to your for a quick kiss. "you don't have to be afraid of me." he said softly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"this isn't going to be like your past relationships, baby. i promise." he pecked your nose. you nodded, a tear sliding down your cheek, and he brushed it away with his thumb. "you mean it?" your voice cracked, a part of you need to hear it again. "i've never meant anything more. i love you and im not going anywhere."

for the rest of the night, you and matt kept repeating those three words over and over in between kisses. and just like that, your fears have disappeared and all you see is matt and your future with him.

what once was dull and covered in fear was now golden.

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AHHH!! i'm so excited to start this marathon☺️ lmk how you like this :D get ready for tomorrows 'watermelon sugar' part which is about sweetness... and also the female orgasm, like harry said!!! his words not mine🙂‍↕️

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writingwisterias · 1 day ago

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sorry I've like never requested a fic before so I'm scared ngl LMAO

I don't have the talents to write well so I was thinking of asking someone who obviously does

An anal fic for leon? I've never seen any fics Like that

The plot can be upto you I don't mind ♡ I'm embarrassed to be doing this tbh sorry 😞✨️✨️

Hiii lovely, I'm honored to be your first request 💕!! I'm so sorry this took so long, don't be embarrassed I hope you enjoy it 😘💕 thank you for the request ily. I hope it's all good it's the first time I've wrote something like this

Leon Kennedy x AFAB!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, MNDI, Anal, Comfort, Toys, Gentle sex, Soft Dom! Leon, Praise kink, Inexperienced!Reader, Implied age-gap, First time for everything,

Taglist: @senawashere @danigirls-missions @lxzy-bxby @074calicocat @gut1ess @shymoob @vesperaominosum

Since being with Leon he had been nothing but gentle, his hands exploring in places you wanted him to touch, never straying any further than the boundaries he instructed that you placed. He was your first and boy did you strike gold with that; Leon was patient, willing, kind and loving. Providing you with the aftercare you needed whilst adapting his own needs to fit yours all in an effort to make your time comfortable. This behaviour didn't stray when it came to the topic of things you wanted to try to further your experience. Whenever you read it in one of the smut books you liked so much or you saw it online in a late night scroll online. He loved the fact that you trusted him enough to teach you the things you wanted to learn, whenever it was exploring a new kink or position. He admired the attention you had to focus on new things in an attempt to please him, asking to try out the things he enjoyed as well as exploring the ones you had found on your own accord.

His role remained primarily as the researcher, spending any downtime he had during missions to look up porn or other websites to gain knowledge in the topics to make it safe for you. Even going as far as bringing one of the books on the plane because it must have been good if he watched you squirm as you read it.

So when he found you all nervous and shy again, approaching him with your cheeks flushed before you even spoke the sentence, he found himself getting excited to hear the new thing you wanted to try. This was his favourite time of the week, when he finally made it home and you'd approach him with your hands playing with each other nervously as your leg bounced on the spot.

"What would you like to try this week, Love?" Leon asked, his hands falling on top of yours with a soft smile plastered on his features. You concentrated on the small movements of his thumb, the repeated swipes as he did in an attempt to calm your nerves. "It's okay, you can tell me and we can work it out." He coached further, his cock already stiffening in anticipation as he waited for your admission. Your breath quivered as it fell from your lips, you teeth trapping one of them before the inner battle you had ended and you finally looked at his eyes. "I want to try anal."

You could have approached the topic a bit more gently in hindsight, maybe not been as blunt with the statement considering the reaction you gained from him. Leon's eyes widened, blinking dumbfounded as he looked at you, processing the statement as if it was some inspirational quote that got you thinking. There was no hiding the tent in his trousers now, the bulge he was now sporting twitching like mad underneath the years old sweatpants. He shifted his body, his hips jolting up in a motion that had your eyes following it like a cat playing with a laser. His hands began pulling you in his lap, squeezing your hips as he pressed the prominent display of his excitement against you.

"Are you sure, love? It is intense and can be painful." He asked, jolting his hardened cock against your pussy to direct your eyes to his. You nodded, smiling slightly as he hadn't rejected the idea yet and with his thickening cock beneath you it was a sign he was all for it. "Have you done it before?" You asked him, your hands falling to his lower stomach as you looked at him. His grip on your hips tightened ever so slightly as he shook his head, it was only fair that he matched your level of honesty. Someone willing to do this was hard to come by it seemed, in Leon's life that is anyway. He pondered about his process and how he was going to approach the situation with his limited amount of knowledge. "Give me a few days to research baby and I'll do it with you." He replied, a soft kiss placed against your neck. Another one following with more pressure, a hot trail leading straight towards that sweet spot underneath your ear. Not even a moment later his resistance gave up and you were whisked away towards the bedroom. It would be a shame to waste a perfectly hard boner after all.

It wasn't even a few weeks later when Leon bought the subject up again, standing in the doorway holding a small cardboard box. It wasn't unusual for him to buy toys for the two of you to play around with per your request, except you knew what you were in for tonight when he tipped the contents onto the cotton sheets. Various types of lube. "I figured we could have a few different ones to try but we will start with the basics for now" He instructed.

Leon was gentle with your preparation, softer kisses that almost felt like a ghost was touching you. His hands cupped your breasts gently, thumbs brushing over your nipples watching as they hardened beneath his touch. He had your back pressed against his chest, your legs spread out over his displaying your gushing pussy towards the door. A sight he has seen multiple times when he returns during your own personal exploration time with the toys he treated you with. Your gasps and small whimpers were appreciated as always whilst his hands continued with their exploration, the sounds were always a much loved record he wished to have on repeat.

Leon danced his fingers southwards drawing small circles until they finally reached your folds.He groaned when his fingertips were met with the slick of your arousal. "Such a good girl getting ready for me." He whispered, his teeth nipping against your neck causing you to squirm against him. You nodded eagerly accepting his praise like you were some loyal dog, you were easy to handle as he moved you. Working with him like always to get in the position he needed you in, your back was arched beautifully as he ran his hand along it. “Perfect, stay just like that. I’ll be gentle as always." Leon prompted.

His hands left you for a moment but his cock didn’t, the tip connecting the two of you with small globs of pre-cum that he eagerly spewed. Normally he would have made you work his cock, smoothing your hand along his length with the surprising cold lube. However with a sight like this, with you easing into the submissive headspace he loved so much, he didn’t need you to do anything other than look pretty and sound pretty. He warned you of his every move, interesting himself on how to deal with the situation just so he never got you by surprise. Once you were both prepped his fingers easily found your clit, working the sensitive bud of nerves as his cock began to intrude on your hole.

The stretch was painful at first, your fists clenching the sheets with an iron grip as your body subconsciously tried to get away from the pain, however his consistent stream of pleasure through your clit caused you to stay. Your pussy fluttering to be filled, to be stretched with his cock that was currently working on your asshole. The lube made his movements easy, as his tip finally entered, the tightness feeling similar to when he first breached your pussy. Your virgin holes are now tainted by him. “I know baby, you are doing so well, I’m proud of you.” He continued to praise as he fed you more inches. The burn was intense but so was the pleasure that coursed around your clit.

The small, tight circles he drew around the sensitive bud was the perfect distraction towards the stretching pain he had caused. Whilst you focused on the pleasure he was offering you with his fingers, Leon took deep breaths, willing his impending orgasm away as you clenched onto him tightly. He waited for your approval, the instruction to finally move at a steady pace. He wouldn’t go hard tonight, he would be gentle and patient. A thing you always trusted him to be as you both explored new things. “If only you knew how good you felt baby, this is fuck–” Leon grunted as he slowly jolted his hips beginning the movement in shallow thrusts. You watched as you arched your back further, disgruntled noises slowly changing to that sweet tune he was familiar with. Your body responded faster than your words could. He could feel your clit twitch against his finger tips, your hips eagerly responding to his quickening pace. If he was to die here he would be happy, he wouldn't complain as you squeezed him tightly.

“Does this feel good baby? You gotta talk to me, how am I meant to know?” He whispered next to your ear. His body encased you, covering you from the world as he fell deeper infatuated with you. You accepted it willingly, tilting your head for a messy kiss, tears spilling down your cheeks as they flushed with heat. “Feels– so good, more leon please.”

He didn’t hesitate as his hips snapped harder, assaulting you with his thrusts as he focused on drilling himself. You met his force with deep,guttural moans; sounds he had never heard leave your lips before. Despite not being inside your fluttering walls he could tell you were close, your breaths lost their volume, your hands outstretched like a cat pawing at the sheets like your life depended on it. “You can cum inside me today” you whimpered, almost pleading to feel his load spill out of you. Leon hadn’t even considered that but as he felt your body tense and fall against the bed he drove himself deep before spilling his warmth inside you.

Just like always he worked quickly with your aftercare, running to the bathroom to quickly clean himself up and grab a warm cloth. He wiped the spend he left behind, ignoring his stirring cock at the sight of it. Leon’s touch like always was gentle, only intrusive when he needed to be as he helped you calm down. “I’m gonna feel this tomorrow when I sit down.” You whispered, a small chuckle following your weak complaint. Leon’s arms circled around you, trapping your body in a safety blanket of his scent. His kisses were firmer, demanding your body to ease out of the high it circulated in, he looked at you whilst propped up on one elbow. The lighting of the room caused his features to angelic as he gazed at you. “Are you okay? Did you enjoy it?” He asked, smoothing his hair. “It was perfect, thank you. Did you enjoy it as well?”

His stupid smirk was your only answer.

#~mads rambles #leon kennedy x reader #~mads~mail💌#leon kennedy #resident evil x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut

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pheastinyworld · 2 days ago

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happy new year ❀•°•───────•

request: oooo maybe gabe and reader after he won world juniors? or maybe even after the canada vs usa win on new years eve

Word count: 1.68k

Warnings: none i think, um kinda not proof read cause i need to go write an essay :)

author's note: "thank you for this unseen picture of gabe on the left em" we all say in unison to @perre4ult . seriously feeding us. hope you like it!!

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it was loud, deafening even and the game had just started. you weren't sure if it was the nerves making your mind run at ten times speed or the sheer volume of the crowd that made it hard to think.

the red and white vastly outnumbered the usa section of the crowd; it was in ottawa, what were you expecting. yet, you wore your boyfriend’s jersey proudly and a usa scarf that matched with gabe’s sister; liliane insisted on buying you one “to twin”. the scarf had become something you could clutch at tightly, tugging at the ends every time a canadian player came close to dropping one in the back of the net.

ryan’s girlfriend was with you as well, his family sitting with gabe’s, all mixed with anxiety and pride. she leaned over during the first period and yelled out to you despite sitting inches apart.

“can you hear them chirping at them again?! I want to go grab some of their posters and shove it in their faces.” she mumbled the last part, not really wanting her boyfriend's family to hear her.

you rolled your eyes and nodded, but if you were being honest, you were so nervous about the game that being annoyed at the opposing teams’ fans wasn't even an option right now.

ten minutes in, and the first power play went to the boys, you and everyone around you were nearly leaping out of their seats. “here we go,” liliane muttered, adjusting her scarf like it was a superstition.

cole scored and everyone around you was on their feet, celebrating loudly.

gabe’s two brothers were shouting, so was his dad. the atmosphere was something you never experienced back in the college games in boston; sure they were heated, exciting, but it wasn't like this.

turning to liliane and gabe’s mom, you spotted the resemblance; the two were bouncing their knees and analysing the game with precision, exuding the same energy gabe would have on the bench. she turned to glance at you with a wheary look, “okay so if this goes to fucking overtime i might pass out.”

you laughed at her as she whipped her head back around again, not wanting to miss a thing.

in the third period, canada bit back and your heart had dropped. but before you could get too nervous, usa was taking another two and the crowd around you was erupting in cheers, frantic arms clinging onto yours from either side of you.

“they’re gonna take the win, i know it.” liliane muttered, tapping repeatedly at your shoulder from excitement.

“yeah i think they just migh- holy shit. ryan!” you were yelling before you even realised it, ryan sending it into an empty net. everyone around you was up on their feet, shouting out it was almost unhinged.

the game ended and the sea of red booed, loud and bitter, already making their way out of the stadium. but you didn't even notice, looking down and trying to find gabe in the crowd swarming the goalie.

when you finally spotted him, you felt all your leftover nerves ease right away; helmet off, hair damp and sprawled in every direction, smiling as widely as possible as he hugged his boston college linemate. you couldn't stop staring at him, totally fixed on him in his element.

“you know, if you stare at him any longer you're gonna end up with gabe shaped eye balls.” liliane chuckled at you, making you turn away with an embarrassed look, a pink hue tickling at the skin of your cheeks, only making her laugh even more.

you all agreed to slowly make your way out of your seats, knowing the boys were going to take a while to shower, maybe do media and celebrate their win.

when gabe finally walked out, arm slung around ryan’s shoulder, he spotted his family. he had been just slightly nervous for you to travel with him and be left alone with his whole family for so long, knowing you yourself were worried and wanted to still make a good impression despite having already met them before. but it brought a smile to his face as you looked more than comfortable talking to his mom and his brother jeremy.

his sister saw him first and ran to bear hug him, shouting something in his face, making his eyes go wide, and ruffling his damp hair. you stayed back with ryan’s girlfriend, wanting his family to have their moment with him first over anyone else. he got congratulated by all of his siblings and his parents before he turned to you, still smiling just the way you like it.

you didn't even need to move, gabe was the one rushing towards you, picking you up and spinning you around, both of you laughing like idiots. he ignored the whistle he got from one of his brothers when he let your feet settle back onto the ground and pecked your lips.

“i cant believe it!” you didn't think you could smile any harder, biting your bottom lip in a stupid attempt to settle it, “you looked so good out there.”

you saw the blush spread onto his cheeks as he tilted his head to the side and grinned at you, trying to sound confident, “yeah?”

“very.” you nodded your head, bumping the white cap he sported.

he let out an amused laugh, full of love, as he leant down to peck your warm cheeks before pulling you into his side and walking over to his parents.

“pictures please!” liliane shouted, pulling out her phone.

not wanting to encroach, you stepped out of gabe’s hold and put out your open hand to liliane, silently offering to take the photo of their family.

she handed you the phone happily and took her place next to jacob, the whole perreault family bunching up and pulling identical smiles. you snapped a bunch, making sure liliane had enough to choose from.

“now, one with you sweetie.” gabe’s mum ushered you in and you raised your eyebrows, slightly surprised and turned to look at who gabe sent you a reassuring look before shouting out for james hagen to take the phone from his girlfriend.

gabe brought you back into his side, squeezing your hip and pressing a kiss onto the top of your head as james shouted a, “say cheese guys!”

the team had booked out an entire conference room in the hotel they were staying at, knowing that the boys' families were all here on new years eve as well. someone had snuck in sparklers, something which definitely wasn't allowed.

the entire team was still running on adrenaline, bouncing off the walls and hyping up ryan while he stood on a chair and sang with all of his chest.

“he’s too drunk to even get past the first verse.” you laughed, watching him nearly stumble and almost fall on trey, who had his arms out already trying to shield himself.

“i’ll bet you twenty he finishes the song. i have faith in him.” ryan’s girlfriend nodded confidently, although giggling as she brought her drink up to her lips, watching ryan sputter out incoherent words, voice cracking as he tried to reach a high note.

“you have a bet then.” you laughed, “one that i’m for sure winning.”

you were mid-cheersing your drinks together to bind this drunken bet when you felt a pair of very familiar arms snake around your waist from behind and a chin pressing down onto your shoulder.

“hey baby,” gabe murmured into your ear, slightly slurred, smiling at ryan’s girlfriend in acknowledgment, before pulling you back tightly against his back, “haven't seen you in like forever.”

you rolled your eyes, seeing the girl opposite you smirk before turning to go record her boyfriend singing, “you saw me about fifteen minutes ago.” you replied.

he groaned lightly, dropping his head so his cheek rested against your shoulder. you melted back into his touch, reaching your hand up behind you to hold onto him in any way possible. “are you whining gabe perreault?”

“nuh uh,” gabe responded, beginning to sway the two of you side to side, “well, kinda. But, in my defense, i needed to make sure i was with you right at midnight… and we have about three minutes until then.”

“needed to be with me, huh?” you teased.

“mhmm.” gabe dragged out, pressing a gentle kiss against your shoulder.

“you look really pretty tonight.” he tightened his arms around you, knowing you and your tendency to get flustered and blushy when he complimented you.

“remind me how clingy you get next time you drink again so i can brace myself.” you snorted, chuckling as he huffed at you.

“not just tonight,” he said with a crooked grin, feeling the sudden need to make his girl even more flustered, “y’look so good all the time, it drives me insane.”

your eyes widen, feeling your face get hot whole gabe let out a boyish giggle into the skin of your shoulder.

“thank you for coming tonight.” he muttered, his voice a little more serious now despite it being raw and raspy from yelling celebration with the boys. “i mean it.”

“i wouldn't have missed it for the world.” you replied sincerely, turning around in his arms and snaking your own around his neck, looking up at him with wide eyes. god, it was unfair how pretty he was.

somewhere in the background, someone started to count down from ten. gabe’s fingers found yours, lacing them together as he jogged over to the big group filled with players and family.

when midnight hit, the room erupted in cheers, half the boys screamed “HAPPY NEW YEEEAARS” definitely off-key and a few cracks here and there. you turned to your boyfriend, and the way he looked at you filled your chest with so much love you thought your heart might jump out and land on the floor. but when gabe kissed you, just like always, you felt at ease, tingles flooding your body.

“happy 2025 baby.” he didn't even pull away, mumbling into the kiss before nipping your bottom lip playfully as you giggled.

“happy new year baby.”

#gabe perreault x reader #gabe perreault #gabe perreault fic #nhl x reader #hockey x reader #gabe perreault imagine #boston college #boston college hockey #boston college imagine #gabe pereault hockey

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nothoughtsjustficrecs · 4 hours ago

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I don’t know shit about Fallout but something about this draws me in every time I scroll past it so I’m giving in and reading it. I’m excited.

I wrote ^that^ before I started to read and oh, I am now invested! I love this kinda vibe and you’re writing it so well! I don’t usually read incomplete series because I forget what happens very quickly, so I need to binge read stuff but I’m going to read all of these chapters available and excitedly wait for the final one!

Thank you for writing this story and sharing it with us!

When I was reading, I decided to write down my thoughts as I go, as I knew I'd forget otherwise. Below this is literally just the thoughts I wrote down because I do not have the brain power to convert them into actual fully coherent comments [I'll put them below a read more cut for the sake of spoilers and such].

“ stimpaks ” ngl, I thought I misread this word at first lol. I googled it though and ooh that would be very useful

Please excuse any potential weird commentary of my learning process in regard to Fallout 😬

“ Ultimately finding a cat or a dog to accompany you. ” yes, yes agreed! Very important

“ “We’ll be taking that bag, or else we’ll gut you like a pig.” ” damn, how rude. Manners go a long way you know, fella, damn

“ “God damn it Frank!” ” yeah, damn, Frank!

“ It’s just a dummy, but it has saved you several times already. ” ooh, smort

“ Megaton ” 100% read that as Megatron at first and was like “damn, poor Megatron getting gutted and his shell used to house people” 😂

“ Frank is back. ” dammit, Frank!

“ “Hey,” you hear a man’s deep voice from above, and gaze upwards “goggles and mask off please.” ” he used his manners! What a good boy

“ and he’s suddenly got his hands on you. ” 😏

“ “Or snacks!” You giggle, and he turns to you. ” okay that made me giggle too

“ “I’m [Y/n], but my friends used to call me Boo.” ” cute!

“ “You have friends? Lucky.” ” fr fr

“ “You did save my life after all.” ” ~friendsss~ (please imagine that said in a really weird borderline creepy voice, thanks. Hehe)

Under the Orange Colored Sky

Summary: Worn down by years in the wasteland, you’re a lone vault dweller surviving on scraps, instinct, and the fading hope of finding safety in the cruel wasteland—a chance encounter hints that not all is lost.

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I miss Jeon Wonwoo a lot (I'm sure you can relate), so here's a six-parter set in the Fallout universe. I'm posting a chapter every day, so buckle in babies. It's starts out relatively chill, but it doesn't last 🔥

pairing: non!idol Wonwoo x fem reader genre: fluff, angst and smut (the holy trinity) + Fallout (the video game) AU ☢️ word count: 2,3k for this chapter chapter: 1/6 rating: 18+ minors dni warnings for the whole fic: soft dom! Wonwoo, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, pet name (baby), slight breeding kink + violence, gore, hints at tor*ure.

divider by: @cafekitsune

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Chapter 1: Right Behind You Baby

Two bottles of purified water, three stimpaks and one can of dog food—that’s it. You would usually be thrilled about the amount of stimpaks, but you’re in dire need of food this time around, and this Super-Duper Mart turned out to be cleared out already.

It’s been 807 days since you exited the vault, and you have yet to meet a friendly face.

On the contrary, raiders have been making your life a living hell, fitting enough for the barren wasteland around you.

You have put up a decent fight though, benefiting from your martial arts lessons in the vault.

Your days consist mainly of traversing the landscape scavenging, but the dream is to find a place where you can actually grow things to eat. Maybe even get a power source going and dig a well. Ultimately finding a cat or a dog to accompany you.

You close the buckle on your bag, and make your way to the exit. It’s clearly lit up by the scorching hot sun outside, contrasting the stuffy and dark interior of the abandoned supermarket.

Pushing the door open, the hot and dry air hit your face like a blow dryer.

“I might become a ghoul just from the sun damage alone, good lord.” you tell yourself, instinctively shielding your eyes with your hand from the bright light.

You remember that you have a pair of goggles wrapped around your head, and you pull them down—your surroundings now dimmed through the dark glasses. A gust of sand stings your cheeks, so you pull up your bandana as well, making it cover the lower half of your face.

“We’ll be taking that bag, or else we’ll gut you like a pig.”

As you were occupied with preparing for the trek back to your base, you hadn’t noticed the two raiders sneaking up on you, now only a few meters away. You wince at the voice, and register that the pink-haired woman in the back has a crossbow, and the grimy man in front of you a machete—ready to pounce on you.

In a split second, you pull a grenade from your vest pocket and pull the pin with your thumb until it’s barely holding on.

“If you get any closer I’m letting it go, so you better use your peanut brain for once and walk the fuck away.” You try to give the raider in front of you the most menacing gaze you can muster, and you can see that he’s getting flustered.

“Shit Bonnie, what do we do?” He turns his head back at his partner, who’s equally confused about the situation.

She’s grimacing, but starts to lower the crossbow slightly.

“God damn it Frank! She looks ragged so she probably doesn’t have anything good anyway, let’s just head back.”

Frank starts to back off, as you demonstratively keep your hand with the grenade raised in front of them. Cursing under their breath, they disappear around the corner of the supermarket.

You huff, as you push the pin back in and pocket the grenade. It’s just a dummy, but it has saved you several times already. Raiders aren’t the sharpest tools in the shed after all.

You try to shake off the tingle of anxiety in your body, as you set course for your current hideout.

This area has mostly been fruitless, but you’ve heard of a larger settlement, Megaton, that should be around here somewhere. You’re hoping there’s prospects for trading or at least some odd jobs you can do for caps.

The sky is relatively clear today, and you can feel the sun beating down on you.

Days like these are the hardest to survive, the constant thirst and your skin drying up, but they make for the prettiest nights with even the Milky Way on display above you.

That’s what you’re living for now. The rare magical moments when you’re reminded that there’s still beauty in the world, despite the destruction and violence of the wasteland.

You spot a Red Rocket gas station in the distance—your hideout in its vicinity.

As you round the wreck of a yellow school bus, a sharp blade hits your throat—grazing your skin.

“I couldn’t let you humiliate me like that I’m afraid, any last words little girl?”

A rotten breath hits your nostrils. Frank is back.

You can hear a woman snicker above you, Bonnie squatting on the top of the bus observing you below.

“Why don’t you both just fuck o-”

A sharp sound cracks the air and you drop to your knees.

Frank collapses in front of you.

He’s got a dime sized hole exiting through his eye—a projectile must have entered in the back of his head.

“Frank! What did you do to him?” Bonnie shrieks in agony above you.

“I-ugh, I didn’t do anything?” You retort, as it sinks in that you’re out in the open, vulnerable to whatever struck Frank.

You start to crawl behind the bus again, as Bonnie jumps down to Frank’s corpse.

Another crack rings out, and it’s suddenly silent now. You can’t hear any of Bonnie’s vailing anymore.

Your mind races.

Who’s shooting? Super Mutants aren’t really known for their precision with rifles, and it’s been ages since you’ve seen anyone from the Brotherhood out here.

It could be a rivaling raider group, but why would they waste precious ammo on a couple of low lives like them?

You can hear your heartbeat thumping in your ears, as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

You’ve got your back against the bus now, with what’s likely to be two corpses piled up on the other side, with the gas station about 3-400 meters away.

You go through your options.

You could stay here shielded and wait, but for how long? Is 10 minutes enough? An hour? All night? It ultimately feels like a gamble, and the fresh blood and guts is bound to attract all sorts of abominations.

You didn’t survive twice today just to get eaten by a feral ghoul or a swarm of stingwings.

There’s really only one option—it’s still a gamble, but you reckon you’re dealing with someone who’s got more than half a brain in this situation, so it might just pay off.

You round the corner of the bus with your arms raised.

Your pulse quickens.

“Please please please”, you mutter under your breath, hoping you’re not taking your last breaths as you speak.

Nothing happens.

You quickly gaze down and see a patchwork of bright pink hair spread all over the ground. Bonnie’s head had exploded like a watermelon.

You gag from the sickening display, but you keep walking forwards. You must be dealing with skilled snipers.

You’re starting to believe that they’re letting you live now, as you’re walking uphill towards the gas station. They have to be located somewhere straight ahead of you, judging by where Frank’s head first was pierced.

You’re almost standing outside the Red Rocket now, your arms starting to ache from their upright position.

“Hey,” you hear a man’s deep voice from above, and gaze upwards “goggles and mask off please.”

You can’t see him, as the bright sunlight hits you directly in the eyes.

You slide your goggles back up on the top of your head now, and pull your bandana down to your neck, exposing your face.

There’s a beat of silence between you.

“Wait there.” He’s gone before you can reply.

It feels a bit odd to be commanded by a stranger, but you’re not taking any more chances today, and decide to stay put.

The glass door in front of you opens, and a tall figure materialises.

As your eyes adjust to the absence of the goggles, his face gets clearer. His hair is dark brown and tousled, his eyes hooded complimented by a wide and sharp jawline.

You notice that you’re holding your breath, clearly taken aback by a handsome face after having grimy raiders all up in your business for ages now.

He stands right in front of you, with a rather unanimated look on his face. You hadn’t expected a warm welcome, but still.

“I need to search you, okay?” His request surprises you, but it makes sense.

“Yes, of course.” You reply dryly, and he’s suddenly got his hands on you.

He grabs your shoulders first, patting along your arms out to your wrists.

You focus on his face, and he seems to be concentrating on the task at hand.

“I need to touch your sides as well.”

He looks at you and tips his head slightly. You give him a nod of permission.

He places his hands on the sides of your torso now, his thumbs brushing along the outline of your chest. You realise it’s been a really long time since a man touched you like this, even though there’s several layers of fabric between his palms and your skin, but you still feel a blush bloom in your cheeks.

He pats you downwards meticulously, landing on your hips. You feel his hands linger there for just a second longer than he needs to, but he quickly clears his throat continuing down your legs.

He pats up the insides of them as well, ending on your inner thighs in a relatively respectful distance from your crotch.

“Good. One last thing though.”

He’s back up now, leaning his face towards yours. You take a sudden intake of breath as you can feel the warmth radiate off of him on your skin. You feel his fingers on the back of your neck, snaking up into your messy bun.

His touch makes your skin tingle. He tangles them in your thick hair, searching around for any hidden items.

“You never know, you could hide a little switchblade up in there.”

“Or snacks!” You giggle, and he turns to you.

He raises one eyebrow quizzically.

You look at him with a timid smile, wondering if he’s the type of guy that can appreciate a dry joke.

“I’m Wonwoo by the way, and you?” he says in a deep voice.

“I’m [Y/n], but my friends used to call me Boo.”

“You have friends? Lucky.”

You giggle at his response.

“If they’re still alive, but I doubt it.” There’s a silence between you again, the gravity of your reality creeping back in.

You both stand in silence now, taking each other in.

“So Boo, why should I keep you around?”

You furrow your brows.

“Keep me around? Why do you think I want to be kept around?”

Wonwoo smirks, and crosses his arms.

“Well I just saved your life, so it seems like it's in your interest to be honest.”

You take a moment to reflect on his words.

He’s not completely wrong—he’s pretty much onto something.

Every day has been a struggle in the wasteland, and you can’t deny that luck has been on your side several times now, what if it runs out?

“Fair enough,” he chuckles “well, I’m trained in hand-to-hand combat,” he raises his eyebrows “and I’ve got some medical training as well.”

He actually looks impressed.

“Really. Where did you learn these things?”

You decide to be honest.

“In the vault.” His eyebrows lift even higher now.

“A vault dweller, of course. I should’ve known judging by your complexion alone.”

You can feel his eyes study your face.

“Thank you, I guess?”

He snickers, and you suddenly feel a pang of shame. You didn’t want him to think that you’re shallow.

“Alright Boo, you better stay the night and we can plan further tomorrow morning—you probably have a stash around here somewhere?”

He opens the door now, and you’re on his heels.

“I do. There’s not much, but I have water, cans and chems.”

A large plank leading up through a hole in the ceiling appears, and you climb up behind Wonwoo.

You exit on the top of the gas station, where he’s drawn a tarp across some of it, probably to shield himself from the sun. A bunch of tires and planks line the edges of the roof.

A massive sniper rifle is situated in an opening, with several rounds of ammo spread around it.

He’s even got a gas stove setup, as well as a sleeping bag under the tarp. His hideout is exposed, but only for flying creatures. It’s quite genius actually.

“Nice setup you have here—it needs a woman’s touch though.” You grin at him, and he can’t hide his amusement.

“Anyway, are you hungry?” He’s reaching down to open an old cooler, pulling out a box of instamash.

“I’m starving,” you unbuckle your bag and pull out the can of dog food, “here’s some protein as well.”

He grabs the can, nodding in approval.

It stays silent between you for a while, while Wonwoo lights the gas cooker and starts preparing the meal.

You can feel the exhaustion from the day hit you, as you slide down on the roof next to the stove. You exhale, and watch as he stirs the small pot. You half expected it to be awkward between the two of you, but it’s not. The silence feels natural—it’s even comforting.

You can’t remember the last time you relaxed next to another person. Maybe back in the vault? Your mind drifts, all the faces of your classmates appearing in front of you. Running in the hallways. Blissfully unaware of the devastation outside.

He’s filling up a bowl now, handing it over to you.

“Thank you, it actually smells pretty decent.”

You both dig in, and the silence continues as you’re scarfing down the food.

When you’ve finished your bowl, you grab one of the purified waters you picked up earlier, and hand it to Wonwoo.

His eyes widen a bit at the gesture, these bottles are hard to come by.

“You did save my life after all.”

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leggerefiore · 2 days ago

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hi! This is my first time requesting you and i just LOVE the way you write the dragon cookies, especially ananas. Im glad theyre finally getting more attention thanks to you. Ive been starving for ananas content, checking on tumblr if there are any new fanfics of ananas on a daily basis. When i saw your writing i immediately jumped and got so excited and happy. Im a really big fan of ananas dragon and i am MADLY obsessed with them they are the best. So i was wondering if i could request for yandere ananas dragon? If thats possible, i hope you dont mind, and i hope you are comfortable with that. I just wanna make sure! Thats all i suppose, id love to see more yandere ananas content actually. Maybe yandere raging calamity? I REALLY love raging calamity ananas too,,praise devsisters for making it. I love them soso much. Anyways, have a nice day wherever you are! Take care! Ty for listening! And if i have said something wrong im rlly sorry!

so, as I'm reading this, you want Yandere Raging Calamity Ananas, yeah?

🍍Raging Calamity Ananas Dragon Cookie Yandere HCs🏖

cw: yandere, unhealthy relationships, dark content

🟡 The loss of everything dear to the dragon drove them to madness – Everything was too painful and nothing made them feel complete. A desperation for purpose and to make others suffer as much as they had let a certain other dragon guide them in aiding their plans. Mortals feared their presence, as it only brought destruction and death. Nothing remained. They were haunted endlessly by their failures. But, what hurt worst of all was the loss of their mate. The emptiness left in their heart would never be refilled. No other could have such a title.

🟡 But, within the screams of agony and destruction brought within their wake, something seemed so familiar. A scent. Something unmistakable. The dragon's wings fluttered them down to the ground. Many scents mixed in, but they fixated on that one. They rushed through the destroyed terrain. Unconscious on the ground lied a mortal. One that made the dragon land. Feet brought them to the mortal's side, falling to their knees. A familiar scent… They pulled back their shirt to reveal a clear mark.

🟡 Their sole chance of redemption came. Within their new nest, they hid you away. Their precious mate. How you survived… Ananas cared not to ask. All that mattered was that you did. When you awoke, you crawled away in a panic, crying to be left alone. The dragon froze. Why were you afraid? They were your mate! They were your protector. It frustrated them as they leaned over you. Your eyes closed, refusing to look at them. This was unacceptable. They pulled you into them and stroked your hair, like they used to. It was impossible to return to those sunny days on their island paradise, but you would be safe.

🟡 Slowly, you adjusted to being with the changed dragon. It was not an easy process, as you had tried to flee from the protection of their nest a few times. Ananas naturally was able to catch you every time. The entrance was sealed anyways – The dragon only feeling safe within the depths of the earth. You refused to be near them as well, struggling in their hold and refusing to accept their affection. It was horrible. All they wanted was to cling to you and smother you in the attention that they had been denied to give to you. It was not a deterrent. No, rather, it encouraged them more.

🟡 When you finally did come around, the dragon swore they clung to you for days straight. Your smaller frame was held to their body… Your scent, so comforting. The small sounds you made… Ananas wanted to drown in your presence. Oh, how they had mourned you. Their adorable mate… You were so fragile – so weak and dependent on them. Having you with this once more, they could only give into their desperate indulgence. You would never leave their protection again. Ananas would fully destroy everything should they lose you ever again.

🟡 The dragon is utterly delusional to however you might feel about them now. Even if you cry that you hate them and despise how many innocent people they killed in their rampage, Ananas sees it just as a fit. You were upset over how they failed to protect you – it was okay. You were okay. They reassure you that you will be safe now. Your attempts to push them away are just panicked reactions from what you went through. Ananas will hold you tighter and show their undying devotion.

🟡 It is so hard to resist them. At times, they may even seem like the old Ananas, haughty and prideful, but just once glance into those eerie purple eyes reminds you that they are no longer the dragon you knew. Losing everything changed them irreversibly. Their embraces were too tight, their words too possessive. You would never leave them again, and this time you lacked a gilded cage of comfort to distract you. Ananas would still go off to continue their rampage. Their return would have them glance at you and mumble promises that the Longan dragon would never find you, nor would the others. You were their precious treasure. No one could take you from them.

🟡 There is truly no escape from the Raging Calamity formerly known as the Golden Dragon, but… If you act the part of the adoring mate they remember, glimmers of their past self will escape them. You will learn to enjoy those moments because otherwise… you are stuck with a being that only desires destruction. Maybe you can save them from this path and remind them of who they were, but… Maybe they are also too far gone. Either way, you are kept securely in their nest. Anyone who dares try to take you will meet an awful end.

#cookie run x reader #yandere x reader #ananas dragon cookie x reader #yandere ananas dragon cookie x reader #ananas dragon x reader #ananas dragon/reader #yandere #yanstuff

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kaoriartss-blog · 2 days ago

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Starburst

Chapter 20: "Class in Session"

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Pairing: Poly Skz OT8 x Reader idol

Genre: Romance, angst, female Oc

Warning: Use of Oc, romance, angst, swearing, Idol x Idol, 18+ progressive, use of swear words, use of translator.

Series: Starbursts

Summary: The story centers on Lia, a newly debuted solo idol struggling to find her place in the K-pop industry. Despite her talent, she feels like she's missing something, a special connection that helps her shine. The members of Stray Kids, who are at the height of their careers, are drawn to Lia's unique energy when she's invited to collaborate with them on a new album. As they work together, the connection between Lia and the boys intensifies. With pressure from the media and fan expectations, they must find a balance between their careers and personal lives.

Comment: First of all, I want to clarify that English is not my first language. I speak Spanish, but I didn't want to deprive you of this story. I'll be using a translator, so it's possible that some phrases might get lost or be incomprehensible. Second, I thank you in advance for taking the time to read. I'll also be uploading the chapters to Wattpad in Spanish and to Ao3 in English.

Updates on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. I also remind you that English is not my first language.

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The Knowing Brothers set was prepared with more energy than ever. Cameras were rolling, and the staff couldn't hide their excitement at having the full Stray Kids group and Lia in the studio. The chairs in the classroom were packed, and the excitement was contagious.

Kang Ho-dong was the first to speak as soon as they entered:

"Woah! Today we have not one, not two, but nine idols in the room! Welcome, Stray Kids and Lia!"

"Annyeonghaseyo!" everyone greeted with a synchronized bow, although Han stumbled a little, prompting immediate laughter.

Lee Soo-geun looked at them mischievously.

"Lia-ssi, you're new here. What's it like living with these eight walking chaos?"

Lia laughed, locking eyes with Minho and Felix.

"It's like living on a 24-hour comedy show. They don't let me get bored."

Heechul chimed in with a raised eyebrow.

"And haven't you fallen in love with any of them?"

There was a pause. Everyone laughed nervously as Seungmin faked a cough, Hyunjin hid his face behind his notebook, and Changbin leaned back dramatically.

"Next question!" Chan joked, causing a burst of laughter.

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First test of the day: "Who knows Lia best?"

The screen showed several questions prewritten by Lia, and the kids had to answer on whiteboards.

First question: My favorite Korean snack?

"Tteokbokki!" most wrote, except for Jeongin, who put honey butter chips.

"Correct!" Lia shouted, surprised. "Jeongin knew!"

"Because you steal them every time I eat them," he replied with a triumphant smile.

Second question: What's the hardest part of me to accept?

Everyone here became more serious.

Felix wrote: Your tendency to push yourself too hard.

Hyunjin: Your insecurity about fitting in.

Chan, without saying anything, wrote: Your voice... when it's the most beautiful thing you have.

Lia looked at them, visibly moved.

"They're all good... but Chan's touched my heart."

Random talent round.

"Now everyone will show off a hidden talent!" Heechul announced.

Minho showed how he could imitate a cat meowing while dancing.

Han beatboxed video game sounds.

Lia did some Taekwondo moves and demonstrated how high she can kick even in high heels, bringing everyone to their feet.

"That's going to break the internet!" Soo-geun exclaimed.

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Final Moment: Secret Letters

Before the show ended, the hosts gave everyone a piece of paper.

"We want each of you to write a line for someone in the group... but don't say who it's for."

Lia, after some thought, wrote:

"Thank you for looking at me like I'm the only miracle in your day."

Changbin wrote:

"I hug you silently every time I see you hesitate."

Hyunjin:

"Your eyes shine brighter when you laugh. And I know because I watch them all the time."

The hosts read some of them aloud, leaving the audience and viewers with a mixture of laughter and sighs.

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As the episode closed, the host summarized:

"We've never seen a group with such a strong connection. Not just musically, but humanly!"

Lia spoke up:

"I think that's why this album is called Connections. Because it's who we are. And what we want to share."

The van taking them home was unusually quiet. It wasn't an awkward silence, but one filled with thoughts, stifled laughter, and meaningful exchanges of glances.

Lia was leaning on Seungmin's shoulder, who looked at her out of the corner of his eye with a small smile. Across from them, Hyunjin absentmindedly played with Lia's fingers as their hands briefly met while passing her a bottle of water. Changbin, sitting next to her, watched her breathing become calmer and calmer as she closed her eyes.

"Are you okay?" he murmured in her ear, his voice hoarse from the tiredness and excitement of the day.

"Yeah... I'm just happy," Lia whispered, her fingers searching for his. They intertwined naturally.

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Upon arriving home, some went straight to their bedrooms, but others stayed in the living room, unwilling to let the day end just yet.

Felix plopped down on the couch next to Lia.

"Did you notice how we were all on edge during the entire show?" he asked, lowering his voice.

"Yeah. It's not like it used to be..." she replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

He watched her for a few more seconds, and without saying anything, he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand, then leaned in and placed a slow kiss on her forehead, leaving her skin prickling and her heart fluttering.

"I'm going to sleep before I do anything more daring," he joked softly and stood up with a mischievous smile.

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In the kitchen, Jeongin was making himself some tea when Lia came in looking for water. As soon as they looked at each other, the atmosphere changed.

"Did you have fun today?" he asked, turning to her with his usual calm tone, but a more intense gaze.

"A lot. I felt... free."

He nodded, approaching with his steaming cup.

"What if this freedom... also means I can do this?" he asked, his voice barely audible, letting his hand rest gently on her waist.

Lia looked at him, her eyes searching for any doubt, but found only tenderness. She leaned toward him, and this time she was the one who kissed him. Soft, slow, and with a connection that burned without haste.

As they broke away, Jeongin rested his forehead against hers.

"I'll have sweet dreams tonight."

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In the hallway, Lia went to get something from her room, but stopped when Chan came out of his own.

"Hey," he said, his voice deep. "Can't you sleep?"

"Not yet," she replied, moving closer.

Chan took her hand and silently led her to the small rehearsal room, the lights off, only the blue illumination of the hallway seeping through the door.

The background music came from her phone, something instrumental and soft.

Without words, they began to sway slowly to the melody, their bodies pressed together. Their hands explored each other confidently, unhurriedly. Chan's forehead rested on hers, their noses touching.

"You know?" he whispered. "I like it when we don't have to talk. Just... feel."

The kiss they shared was different. Deeper. As if sealing a silent commitment between the two.

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Later, as Lia walked toward her room, a door opened.

Minho was there, wearing a light robe, staring at her silently. She stopped, her eyes connecting with his. Without needing words, he offered her his hand.

They just lay together in his bed, side by side, their bodies touching intimately but serenely. Minho silently stroked her hair.

"I just wanted to sleep with you... like this. Feeling you real."

Lia snuggled into his chest and let herself be carried away by that feeling of warmth, of belonging.

She settled onto the mattress, facing him, still dressed in her light pajamas. Minho, his robe open just enough to reveal her chest, watched her with a mixture of tenderness and restrained desire. They didn't need to speak; the silence that surrounded them spoke louder than any words.

Their fingers met between the sheets, gently intertwining. Minho slowly slid his hand up her arm, to her shoulder, caressing her as if her skin were fragile. His eyes remained fixed on hers, as if asking for permission with every gesture.

When he kissed her, it was with overwhelming sweetness. A warm, slow touch that deepened as their hearts raced. Lia responded fearlessly, opening her lips to receive him, feeling his breath mingle with hers. Their bodies moved closer instinctively, as if they were made to fit together.

Minho sat up slightly to caress her cheek with the back of his hand. His fingers trembled slightly, not from hesitation, but from suppressed emotion.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper.

"Yes," Lia said with a small smile, taking his hand and placing it on her waist. "I want this. I want to be with you, like this."

The air grew thicker, charged with a desire they could no longer hide, nor would they hide. Minho kissed her again, this time more intensely. His lips descended along her neck, leaving a trail of heat. His patient hands began to slide the strap of Lia's blouse down, caressing her exposed shoulder. She shivered, not from the cold, but from anticipation.

When their bodies were finally naked, there was no shame, only a sense of mutual surrender. Minho watched her for a few seconds, his breath ragged, admiring her with a mixture of wonder and reverence. Lia caressed his face, guiding him toward her.

"I can't believe Hyunjin was the first... I'm so jealous..." he murmured against her skin, leaving soft kisses along the path he traced with his lips. "But now, you're all mine."

He descended down her body with slow kisses, caressing her with his lips and hands. Lia arched her back under his attentions, her fingers clutching the sheets as he patiently explored every corner.

"You're beautiful," he murmured against her skin, unable to take his eyes off her. Lia felt embarrassed; Minho's gaze was quite intense, so she covered her eyes with her hands. "Don't hide, look at me."

"Minho~"

When she called his name in a sigh, he kissed her lips again, carefully settling between her legs.

His plan was to prepare her properly, but he felt he couldn't hold back any longer; just seeing her like that was already almost over the edge.

Their gaze met one last time as he took a small silver envelope from the nightstand and placed it inside her. And when Minho entered her, he did so Slowly, taking the time to feel her, to allow her to feel him. Lia exhaled deeply, clinging to his shoulders, their bodies merging in a gentle, almost meditative sway.

They moved with a rhythm that didn't obey urgent desire, but rather the silent love they had been building. Each moan was drowned in a kiss, each caress answered with another, as if writing a new language on each other's skin.

The climax came like a warm wave, enveloping them at the same time, their bodies trembling and their lips still joined. Minho hugged her tightly, breathing deeply against her neck, and Lia said nothing, just closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by his warmth.

They remained that way, still without separating, until their breathing calmed. Minho slowly stroked her back while she played with the strands of her hair.

"I didn't know it could feel like this..." he murmured, kissing her collarbone.

"Nor I..." Lia said, her voice still shaky but filled with peace.

And that night, they didn't sleep at all. They lay between whispers and silence, caressing each other under the sheets, as if time had stopped just for them.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 3 days ago

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Fic title:I'm not the princess...I'm the bloody Queen

First and foremost, this is a very... salty I'd say take. I ran into far too many unmarked fics where Izuku gets cheated on by Bakugou, who cheats with one of Izuku's friends. I also found far too many fics with cheating Bakugou end where he is forgiven, but the other person isn't. (My fault, I should never have read them but I was hoping for a good old 'Bakugou doesn't recover' fic. Sadly didn't happen)

The rage is real. Plus, I just wanted to write a good old 'fuck you' fic to get rid of some of my anger, so... The rest is under the cut.

Katsuki had been waiting for this for months. Finally, his stupid girlfriend would put out. Deku had been driving him crazy with her refusal to do anything, saying she wasn't ready. She was fucking annoying like that. Katsuki felt pent the fuck up, more so since none of the extras were acting right. Fucking Round Face refused to answer his texts when he'd reached out.

Come on, why the fuck was she around Deku if not to get near Katsuki? He thought maybe she wasn't into dudes, so he'd moved on to Half n Half since that guy was openly gay, but the idiot just ignored him. And then somehow Katsuki got dropped from Endeavour's agency. It was fucking annoying!

Eyebags had laughed in his face, Frog Legs had just walked off.

Were they worried about Deku finding out? Please like Deku would do anything. Poor Quirkless bitch was so pathetically happy to have friends, she'd do anything to keep them.

"Kacchan," Deku spoke, startling from his thoughts.

"Princess," Katsuki replied. They were in public, so he couldn't call her Deku. Bad optics, according to Shitty Hair, when the two discussed Katsuki's plans. Deku looked good on Katsuki's arm, and her being Quirkless was some sort of sign or something to others that he wasn't a bigot. Never mind when they got married, Deku wouldn't be a hero. She'd stay home and raise his kids, maybe Shitty Hair's to. Katsuki didn't like the idea of sharing much, but Shitty Hair had a thing for Deku. He would allow it once or twice. All Deku was suitable for. "You excited for after the party?" Katsuki asked in a low tone, looking down Deku's shirt with a smirk.

"I think it'll be... enlightening," Deku replied. Katsuki smirked.

He bet it would.

The party for the end of their second year went off without a hitch, a video showing off memorable moments during the year. Teachers, students and parents mingled among in the common room, laughing. Katsuki smirked, sitting with his parents and Auntie Inko. Deku was getting drinks like a good girlfriend. Life was-

"I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD DO THAT YOU FUCKING DEKU!" roared from the TV. Katsuki froze.

On screen was a clip of him shaking Deku.

"I should fucking hit you like I used to, huh? Want me to fucking hit you, you stupid piece of shit?" Katsuki raged.

"Kacchan- I only just sparred-"

"Against fucking Engines! You're not allowed fucking near him you bitch!" Katsuki on screen snarled.

"...Katsuki?" Auntie Inko turned to him slowly as everyone fell silent.

The clip on the screen changed.

"Why the fuck aren't you having sex with me Deku?" Katsuki asked.

"I'm not ready for that," Deku replied.

"Fuck sakes, what use is a Quirkless bitch then?" Katsuki complained.

"What the actual fuck?" Ears was saying, the punk girl glaring at Katsuki. He didn't move, just stared in horror.

A new clip played.

"It looks bad when you call her Deku," Shitty Hair on screen said. "Like come on dude, she's Quirkless. Looks like you're just with her for her body or something."

"Like she puts out," Katsuki replied. "Guess it makes sense. I'll call her something else in public."

"Wait, she doesn't put out? With that ass? Man, how are you not just so pent up?

"Kirishima?!" Raccoon Eyes yelped. Shitty Hair was shaking his head, raising his hands.

"Wait, there's a misunderstanding-" the idiot began.

A new clip.

"Dude," Dunce-Face was looking at Kirishima, face grossed out. "You're encouraging Bakugou's asshole behaviour to try and swoop in to save Midoriya?"

"She'll be very accomodating to her saviour," Shitty Hair was saying. "Besides, it's not like I'll keep her forever. Ashido is a better future wife. Quirkless people can't be heroes, Midoriya will wash out of heroics and I'll need a better wife."

"YOU FUCKING PIG!" Raccoon Eyes shouted as Katsuki jumped up.

"YOU BASTARD-"

"SIT DOWN." A voice yelled. Katsuki froze.

That wasn't the hag.

His old man was glaring at Katsuki, pure fury rolling off the normally submissive adult. "Sit down," the man repeated.

Katsuki sat.

A new clip. Round Face and Deku were in the hallway.

"I'm so sorry, Izumi," Round Face was saying as she handed Deku her phone.

"He... he tried to get you to sleep with him?" Deku stared at it, and then she began laughing. "Oh fuck, I'm free."

"What?" Round Face asked.

"My mom made me start dating him. Keeps denying he's an abusive dipshit when I try to tell her. She's obsessed with him being the perfect son-in-law." Deku was saying. "She told me she'd pull my funding for school if I broke up with him without a good reason."

"... Will this be a good one?" Round Face asked.

"...We need more evidence," Deku said.

"What the fuck Inko?" the Hag was saying to Auntie. "What the fuck? You... what kind of MOTHER are you?"

"I thought she was lying! She lies all the time!" Auntie protested.

"Midoriya is one of the most honest people in this class," Hobo-sensei spoke up. "Bakugou, however, is not."

"What?!" Katsuki stared at the man in shock.

"I've been trying to expel him since midway through first year," Hobo-sensei was saying, ignoring Katsuki. "But the board refused to let me. When they approached me about pulling footage..." Hobo shrugged.

What the fuck? Katsuki barely noticed the next few clips. It was all of him trying to get with Half n' Half, Frog Legs and Eyebags. The next clip was different. A handheld camera.

"What's this?" Burnin' asked.

"I wanted to tell you," Half n' Half began, "that Bakugou attempted to cheat on Midoriya by asking me to fuck him. He's also been extremely abusive to her in the past; however, she doesn't have proof, which would get her mother off her back."

"...He's done here," Burnin' snarled. "Even if your dipshit dad wasn't trying to fix his image, he hates cheaters."

More clips of Katsuki yelling at Deku, threatening her. Discussing plans of her being nothing more then his wife with that traitor Shitty hair.

And then the end clip. Deku stood in her room, a camera focused on her.

"I sent everything to my Dad," she announced. "Mom, expect him to call. He's furious and I think wants to discuss why I was never moved to a new school using the funds he sent SPECIFICALLY for that reason as a kid. He also petitioned for custody and was granted. I'm staying in the UA dorms. All Might sent a bunch of movers to take everything I own out of our apartment, including items Dad sent for me that you kept. Expect a bill."

Auntie Inko whimpered and Katsuki didn't...

He didn't know what the fuck that meant, but he was distracted by the next part.

"I'm currently in 1B dorms. They're willing to protect me. As for you Bakugou, go fuck yourself. I'm done being your princess. I'm a Queen," Deku smiled. "And you're not a King."

Notes: I imagine the fallout being Bakugou is expelled and Kirishima is... well, he's yanked from the hero course at UA. Sent to Second Chance, where his extreme self-hate (which caused him to look down on Izumi thanks to her being 'weaker' than him, plus his association with Bakugou, who encouraged this attitude) is addressed. He becomes a hero, but never really reconnects with anyone.

Izumi becomes a badass hero, and her new hero name is Queen.

Inko turns out to have been selling a lot of the support equipment that Hisashi sent because she didn't think Izumi should be a hero. Hisashi supported his kid's dreams, and is PISSED Inko did all of this. The money wasn't actually spent but Inko does not come out looking good AND she looses the Bakugou adults as friends.

Izumi ends up with Iida, which is actually why Bakugou was so angry at her sparring with him because he knew they had feelings for each other.

...Yeah this was salty. Lol, emotions.

#bnha #bnha au #fic title ask game #any fic where Izuku is treated badly by his actual friends makes me annoyed #especially when it's untagged

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